Summary: Blaise and Hermione meet up in a club and share their first night together...
A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this one because I so enjoyed writing it.
She stared at his out-stretched hand, a bit shocked by the question the raven haired Slytherin had just asked her. The smile on his face, however, led her to believe that he really had asked her what she thought he had asked her. Why did she do this? Why did she always think too much when people asked her simple questions?
"You want to dance with me?" she asked disbelievingly.
He nodded and looked around the crowded bar, "I am standing in front of you, Granger."
"I...I realize that. I just...why?"
He shrugged, "Why not?" The smile was still on his face, and even in the dark room she could see his eyes, a light violet color, making his appearance so much more impressive than that of other men she'd met. She felt a nudge from her companion and looked over at her friend Rebecca who was urging her on.
She slid her hand into his, looking back at her friend as she stood and followed Blaise out onto the floor. She'd never really paid attention to the boy...man before. He'd been in several of her classes, but the last few years of school were so hectic with the war and helping Harry that she barely had time to think let alone notice a member of the opposite sex. But, she now had the time to appreciate that Blaise Zabini was one of the most gorgeous men she'd ever had the pleasure of laying her eyes on. And he wanted to dance with her.
He pulled her into his arms as the tempo of the music slowed to a slow song. They swayed together, her hands on his shoulders and his around her waist as he continued to smile at her, "Why did you ask me to dance?"
He shrugged, "Why ask why?"
She raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk on her face, "Must you remain so mysterious?"
"Does that bother you?" His grin was wide, realizing that it did, indeed, bother her. Malfoy had been right when he said that not all women found the mysterious aspect of his personality sexy, but a vast majority of them did. He rather enjoyed making people guess about what his intentions were. Little did Hermione know that he'd been watching her since she walked in, and truth be told, years before.
He'd always appreciated her brilliant mind, loving that she never seemed to feel trapped in any situation, but was able to think herself and her friends out of the most dire circumstances. It was her mind that had first attracted him. Most sixteen year olds were interested in nothing more than a pair of breasts, but he had been rather intrigued by the way she'd put Malfoy and his cronies in their place. Since then, he'd watch her, the way she refused to give up, her determination a driving force behind every challenge she took on. Her friendship with Harry and Ron wasn't something he scoffed at, but something he found made her stronger. She trusted her friends and they trusted her. He admired that. The only person he'd ever trusted besides himself was Malfoy, and that was tricky at times.
He reached for one of her hands and held it over his heart as they swayed to the music. He rested his cheek against the top of her head as she finally relaxed in his arms and rested her head against his shoulder, "See, it's not so hard to enjoy yourself."
She shook her head, "Don't talk," she said softly.
He closed his eyes as he swayed slowly with her, enjoying the feel of her in his arms, her body pressed against his. She'd been the subject of his fantasies for a while now, and having her in his arms was almost too much. He enjoyed just being close to her.
Finding her, here, tonight, was...something spectacular. He'd just been sitting, enjoying a drink with the woman he'd been after for a month now, but the second he saw Hermione, he just couldn't concentrate on her anymore. His eyes stayed on her, and he soon made an excuse to the woman, and he escorted her out of the club, only to return when she was gone. He'd walked right up to her and asked her for a dance. He couldn't even explain where the sudden courage had come from, but before he could even think it through, he was standing in front of her, his hand stretched out, waiting for her response. The other women at her table, were staring at either her or him, and had their mouths hanging open at the rather unmatched couple.
Hermione stretched her fingers out against his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath her hand. It was a little fast, causing her to wonder if this dance was having the same effect on him as it was her. She could feel his breath in her hair and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy something for once without running it over and over in her head. She tended to overanalyze everything, and she refused to do that tonight. She refused to do that while she was in Blaise Zabini's arms.
She lifted her head to look at him, just wanting to stare into his violet eyes. She watched as his eyes fluttered open, amazed at how they had changed color since she'd begun dancing with him. They were much lighter when he'd first extended his hand, and now, they were dark, almost black as he stared down at her. She titled her head at him in question, "Blaise?" she said softly. She was taken by surprise when he leaned down and kissed her, his lips brushing against hers. She ran her fingers through his hair, trying to get him closer to her.
He wasn't sure what had possessed him. All he knew was when she lifted her head and stared at him with those honey-colored eyes, he couldn't be held responsible for his actions. He wanted her, had wanted her for so long now he didn't know what it was like not to want her. He never imagined that when he kissed her that she would react to him. He expected her to maybe slap him, or for her to push him away even, but never did he imagine her responding to his kiss. He pulled way slowly, his lips still hovering over hers, "This may be a bit presumptious of me...but would you like to go back to my place?"
She sighed as she looked back at the table of women she worked with. She knew they were already talking about her. Questions about who he was and what a man like him could want with a plain little nobody such as herself. Leaving with Blaise would shock them into more gossip and questions that she would have to hear tomorrow. But to not leave with him would have everyone questioning her sanity. She would eventually question her sanity as well. She bit her lip as she looked back at him, his eyes searching her face. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding in, "I'd...I'd love to go home with you."
He escorted her over to her table where she retrieved her purse and paid for the two drinks she'd had, bidding them all good night before she took Blaise's hand for the second time that night and walked with him out of the club. She slipped on her coat and noticed that he didn't have one. It had begun to snow and she was now worried if he would be cold without one. He smiled down at her and removed his wand from his pocket. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. He pressed his lips against hers again, her arms going around his waist, her hands splaying against his back. She could feel the muscles moving beneath her fingers as he pulled her closer. She gasped when she felt his erection pressing agianst her belly, "Blaise..."
With nothing more than a wink, they were transported from the cold street to the warmth of a well decorated room with a fire roaring in the hearth. She looked around, noticing that the room was decorated in reds and golds, surprising for the Slytherin. Red curtains hung in front of what she could see of French doors. There was a cream colored sofa with crimson red pillows on top of it, all ranging in size and style. There were also large pillows on the floor in front of the coffee table and a gold rug beneath her feet. All in all, the room had a very soothing effect as the firelight danced off the gold. He helped her remove her coat as she continued to look around.
She stepped toward the fireplace, finding pictures on the mantel, all of them moving. An older woman raised an eyebrow at her while two young children in a picture beside it waved at her happily before the boy took off chasing the younger girl. There were pictures of a teenage Blaise also on the mantle, their expressions seemed to be of shock at seeing her in his place. She turned to find Blaise watching her, his hands in his pockets. He looked sexy. That was the only word that came to her mind. He was sexy and she wanted him.
He appeared to be chewing on the inside of his lip as he watched her. She saw her coat laying across the back of a cream color arm chair, and she wondered exactly when it was that he was going to take her. She moved over to him and placed her hands on his chest, releasing a deep breath. He took her hands in his and brought them up to his lips, "We don't have to do anything if you don't want."
Her brown eyes stared up at him, and wondered if she'd heard him correctly. He was giving her the chance to say no, to leave if that was what she wanted. But it wasn't what she wanted. She wanted him. She wanted him as soon as possible. She shook her head, "What would make you think that I didn't want to be here?"
He shrugged and smiled, "Just thought I would make sure that you knew you could leave."
She shook her head, "I don't want to leave. I'll admit that this is a bit out of the norm for me..." she said staring at his chest. Her eyes moved up to stare into his, "But I'm not feeling entirely like myself."
"Is that a good or bad thing?" he whispered.
She leaned up her toes and brushed her lips against his, "Good, I think."
He released her hands and placed his on her hips as he leaned down and kissed her. She could get completely lost in his kiss. He was demanding but not too forceful. She took all of him in that she could and couldn't believe her fortune at being at that club tonight. She didn't know who it was she needed to thank for this opportunity, but she wanted to send them something huge in her appreciation. Maybe a trip around the world would be nice compensation for allowing someone like Blaise Zabini to want her.
She wanted to touch him. She began tugging at his shirt that was tucked into his pants and slid her hands beneath it, touching the skin of his back that was warm and welcoming against the iciness of her fingers. His quick intake of breath allowed her to know that her fingers were, in fact, cold, either that or her touch had more of an effect on him that she thought. She moved her hands around to his stomach, feeling the muscles beneath her fingers tense. She removed her hands from beneath his shirt and began working on the buttons as he began loosening her hair from the confines of it's ponytail. When it was released, he ran his fingers through her hair, bunching it in his hand as he began nibbling along her bottom lip.
He removed his shirt when she finished with the buttons and helped her with hers when he pulled away from her. He slid his hands from her waist to and over her sides, rubbing his thumbs in small circles over her soft skin. She shivered in his arms as he moved his hands over her back and found the clasp of her bra. He nibbled along her shoulder, and moved the strap over as he moved his kisses. He stripped her of the bra, throwing it into the floor with their clothes. She dug her nails into his upper arms as his hands cupped her breasts, moving his thumbs over the hardened tips. She gasped as his tongue flicked over her nipple.
He could spend hours getting to know her body, of that he was sure. He wanted to know all the places that he could touch that would reduce her to shivering, what could make her gasp, what would make her cry out for his touch. He wanted to know all of these things about her. He dropped to his knees in front of her and helped her removed her shoes, skirt, and panties. He looked up at her from where he was kneeling in front of her, enraptured by the sight of her brown eyes nearly black as she ran a hand through his hair. He placed several kisses over her belly button, nipping at the soft skin before he began moving lower. He used his hands to spread her legs. He bent one of them and placed her foot on his knees as he moved foward and touched his tongue to her outter lips.
She gave his hair a slight tug, using it to keep her balance as she felt his tongue slide inside of her. Her breath was coming out in soft gasps as she felt her entire body shake under the attentions of his probing tongue. She closed her eyes, the sight of him on his knees tasting her too much for her to take. He pulled away from her suddenly and brought her to the floor with him and laid her out on the rug beneath him as he moved between her thighs once again. He placed several kisses along her inner thighs as he looked up at her with eyes as black as coal. He smiled up at her, "Couldn't have you falling into the floor, could I?"
She would have had a come back for that had he not flicked his tongue over her clit, rendering her speechless. And when he slid a finger inside her tight passage, she tugged on his hair again. He was making circles around her clit with his tongue, his finger thrusting into her slowly, rhythmically. He added a second, followed by a third and she shivered beneath him, not knowing how much more she could take. He began flicking his tongue repeatedly over her clit and she cried out, her orgasm beginning in her core and spreading throughout the rest of her body. He removed his fingers from her body and moved over her, propping his hands on each side of her head.
She opened her eyes finding him hovering over her, a smile on his face. He leaned down and kissed her, his body still not touching hers as he slid his tongue into her mouth. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue, something she'd never really experienced before. She pushed him away and moved her hands down his body and stopped at the fly of his jeans. She had them unfastened quickly and pushed them off his hips just as speedily. She pushed him onto his back and tugged them the rest of the way off his body after he kicked off his shoes.
She completely surprised him by taking his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head as her hand made slow movements over the rest of the shaft. He grasped the back of her head, watching her as she bobbed up and down on him. It wasn't long before he stopped her and pulled her upwards, seizing her lips with his. She straddled his hips and grasped his cock in her hand. She rubbed the head against her pussy a few times, causing him to groan in response, before she lowered herself onto his length. He closed his eyes, blindly reaching on the floor for his wand. When he found it, he muttered the contraceptive charm, and tossed it away from him as she began riding him slowly.
He gripped her hips in his hands, and thrust his hips up to meet hers. She placed her hands on his shoulders, her hair hanging in her face. He urged her to move faster as he sped up his thrusts, and she willingly complied, meeting him hard and fast. He moved his hands from her hips to her bum, giving the flesh a nice squeeze as they drove one another higher and faster.
He was so close. He could feel the familiar tightening in his groin, knowing that if he watched her move over him he'd be lost. He closed his eyes, listening to the sound of her soft little purrs. He'd wanted her for so long that he really couldn't believe that she was here with him now. That she was allowing him to touch her, to make love to her. The thought alone was enough to cause him to groan. He moved one of his hands down to the soft curls between her legs. He used his thumb to apply pressure to her clit, and before he could moan her name, she was coming, hard and fast over him. She shivered, crying out his name as her body milked him of his own release. He thrust into her two more times and he collapsed on the floor, Hermione on top of him.
She rested her head on his shoulder, trying to catch her breath as he smoothed his hands over her back. It was several minutes before he began reaching for something and she realized it was his wand. With a flick of his wand, a blanket from the sofa was laying on top of them and several of the pillows from the floor were beneath their heads. He'd rolled her onto her side, still facing her as he brushed her hair out of her face.
She couldn't have imagined a more perfect night. If someone had told her earlier that day that by midnight she would be laying in the floor having just been ravished by Blaise Zabini, she would have called them crazy and sent them to St. Mungo's. But here she was, facing the raven-haired Slytherin in post-coital bliss. He couldn't seem to stop touching her, which she wasn't going to complain about for a second. His fingers danced over her arm, her hip, her spine. She could feel sleep beginning to take her over, and she tried to stay awake, not wanting the night to end almost as suddenly as it had begun. She didn't want to wake up and find that it was all nothing but a dream. She felt his lips on her forehead before she drifted off to sleep, Blaise wishing her sweet dreams.
Blaise watched as her eyes fluttered closed. She was beautiful, despite what other people might think. It was a hidden beauty, something others could never see, but were lucky if they did. He brushed the hair from her face and placed a kiss on her forehead as he brought her closer to him, her head resting on his arm, their legs entwining together as he soon felt sleep over taking him as well.
She didn't want to wake up. That was her first thought. When she woke up she would then find that the whole thing was nothing more than a dream. She never knew she could want something to be true so badly. She wanted to wake up and find that it wasn't all part of her imagination, but that it was real. But she didn't feel the rug beneath her, or the warmth of Blaise's body beside her. She felt like crying from the disappointment. How could her brain play such a trick on her?
She heard a door opened and sat up quickly, finding Blaise in the doorway, her clothes in his hand. He was wearing a pair of grey slacks and no shirt. She took a deep breath and realized that she wasn't in her apartment, but in what must have been Blaise's bedroom. He sat beside, laying her suit across the foot of the bed.
She smiled shyly, "Morning."
"Your clothes have been washed."
She bit her lip, "Thanks."
He nodded, "You work today?"
She nodded, "Yeah. What time is it?"
"A little after eight."
She sighed, "I have to be in at nine."
He nodded, "I suppose I should let you get dressed." She looked down at the bedspread, wondering why it felt so awkward between them now. She didn't like the uneasiness she felt in the put of her stomach. She reached for her bra and panties and he stood, shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants as he stared at the floor, "So...uh, what time do you get off?"
She clasped her bra and climbed out of the warm bed. She slid her panties back on as she looked up at him, finding him staring at her in much the same way he had the night before, "Five."
"Do you...have plans?"
She shook her head, "No." He looked as if he had something he wanted to say, but he was holding it back, "Is there something you wanted to do?"
He sighed, "A million things."
She smiled at him, "So, does that mean you want to see me again?"
He nodded and ran his hands over her arms, "Yes. As soon as possible."
She nodded, "Want me to meet you somewhere in particular?"
She frowned, "I don't...I don't know where here is."
He smiled, "I'll owl it to you."
"Is this one of those things where you say you're going to owl but you don't really?" she asked slipping her shirt on, and flashed him a smile.
He shook his head, "No. I don't make plans unless I plan to keep them."
She slid her skirt on followed by her shoes, "So meet you here at five?"
He nodded, "If you would." She nodded as she stepped closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he leaned down to kiss her, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off the floor as he thought very seriously of laying her back in the bed and making love to her all day. He finally set her back on her feet, giving her a few soft kisses before he pulled away from her, rubbing his hands over her upper arms, "I think you had better leave before I make you extremely late for work."
She smiled, giving him one more kiss before she moved out of his arms, "My purse..."
"Oh...it's still in..." he led the way out of the room, which is when she noticed the perfectly scripted words written on his back. È sempre quei calmi it read. It was directly over his left shoulder blade and she wondered if it hurt. He leaned over to pick up her purse from the chair where her coat still lay when he felt her fingers moving over his skin.
He shivered in response and straightened up. He turned to look at her and she took her coat and purse from him, "What does that mean?"
"It's always the quiet ones."
She chuckled and slid on her coat, "I suppose it is."
He smiled, "So, I'll see her later?"
She nodded, "Five o'clock."
"And I'll owl you with the place."
She smiled, "I look forward to it."
He smirked, "One more thing."
She looked up into his violet eyes, "What's that?"
He grabbed the lapels of her coat and pulled her forward for another kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth, as her hands cupped his face. He pulled away after a few moments, "I may be addicted to you already," he whispered.
She sighed, "I don't want to leave..." she said as he released her.
He bit his bottom lip, "Then don't."
She frowned, "Not that simple. But I will see you later."
"Right. Later." She reached in her purse for her wand. She placed a kiss on his cheek and he muttered a soft goodbye before she left the room with a pop.
Hermione looked at her watch for the millionith time that day. She was ready to leave seven and a half hours ago. And now that she had thirty minutes in the day left, and Blaise had sent the coordinates to his flat over an hour ago, she was anxious to leave.
Her colleagues she'd gone out with the night before had wasted no time in trying to get the dirt on what happened the night before, but she wouldn't tell them. It was for her to know and them to wish they had been as lucky. The questions varied from 'How could you leave with a man you'd just met?' to 'How was he?', both questions that she answered with a soft 'No comment'.
She tried to find something to make the next thirty minutes go by faster, but she could think of nothing. She was ahead of everyone else in the office, leaving her with nothing to do for the rest of the day. She should have simple owled in and said that she was sick and just stayed with him. Then she wouldn't have to deal with this anticipation all day long. She wanted to feel him touch her and she wanted to touch him. It was amazing how she could want someone so much that she barely knew.
She sat in her chair, thinking about the night before. He'd been so caring and gentle, something she really hadn't expected. She could remember the feel of his fingertips on her skin, causing her to shiver as she idly tapped a pen on her desk. She could remember watching the top of his head as he buried his face between her thighs, the image enough to carry her over for years later, she was sure.
She glanced at her watch again, happy to see that she had ten minutes left. She looked around the office, noticing that everyone was busy trying to get everything in before the weekend. She could pop out a few minutes early. She hadn't done that since she'd been working there, she didn't think they'd even miss her since she wasn't really doing anything aside from annoying the people sitting next to her with her pen tapping. She finally decided to hell with it and stood. She pulled on her coat, grabbed her purse, and popped out of the office and into the living room of Blaise's flat.
She felt a pair of hands help her with her coat, and when she turned, she found Blaise standing in front of her, a smile on his face, "You're early."
She sighed, "I know. That a problem?"
"No, it's actually a good thing."
"Why is that?"
"Because I was about to go to your office, throw you over my shoulder, and carry you out."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, "You should have."
He raised an eyebrow, "Boring day?"
"Extremely. It seemed to drag by."
"I wonder why?"
"I was looking forward to tonight, that's why."
He smiled, "Were you?"
She nodded, "Absolutely."
"And what if I told you that the only plans I had for us were to go into my bedroom and not resurface until sometime Monday morning."
She smiled, "I'd say that was a brilliant idea that I would be happy to go along with."
"Would you, now?"
"I would. Shall we get started on that now?"
He smiled and lifted her into his arms, "I think that's a brilliant idea."
Then again, there might be a sequel...you never know...
*The tattoo is something that just popped into my head. I happen to not like tattoos most of the time, however, the ones that are hidden in such a place as your back, where only a select number of people can see them I find sexy. So, my Blaise has a tattoo that reads...
*Casualmente Nell'Amore in Italian means "Accidentally In Love". It's the song I listened to the entire time I wrote this. "Accidentally In Love" by the Counting Crows from the Shrek 2 soundtrack. It's such a happy song, that I just couldn't stop myself from writing something happy. Hope you enjoy it.
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