Prologue
The beautiful girl was wasn't alone, her eyes looked around the darkened alley warily. She looked with a mixture of disgust and fascination at the wizard who strode away from her.
She wasn't disgusted at him, not at all, he was actually pretty nice. No, she was disgusted at herself, for using him. It made her feel better that he was using her right back.
They were hidden from view; he'd made sure of that. After all, how could Blaise Zabini be caught doing it with Hermione Granger?
Hermione felt a strange mix of emotions at the arrogantly handsome wizard. Something that felt surprisingly like affection. Hell, she didn't love him; she just needed someone to ease up the ache she felt every time she saw a certain blonde Slytherin.
She suspected that Blaise knew about her feelings for the arrogant blonde wizard, just as she knew about his feelings towards Ginny.
Blaise looked behind him at Hermione, then he did something that he'd never done before, he walked back towards her after sex.
His hazel gaze met her green one. "Do you need help with that?" He asked her, indicating her half naked state. Hermione's eyebrows knitted in surprise. Since when did he even talk to her after sex?
They talked other times, but never after sex. Especially not after mind-blowing, up- against- the- wall, screaming sex. They were actually quite close; he was a pretty good friend of hers.
He picked up her white shirt from the floor and held it against himself. He grinned when he saw that she shirt barely covered half his width. He grabbed Hermione's hand and the rest of her clothes and pulled her up.
Now she was really confused, he noticed this and grinned a wolfish grin. "I won't hurt you, Granger, I don't like hurting pretty girls." Hermione rolled her eyes as she replied, "Except during sex."
He chuckled. "Come on, Hermione, I never hurt you, just roughed you up a little." Hermione's eyes widened incredulously. She held up her wrists for him to see the red marks from being tied up the night before.
He was still grinning devilishly. Hermione continued talking as they walked towards the Hog's Head. "When Ron came over yesterday he saw them!" Blaise raised an eyebrow. "Weasley was at your house? I thought he was off training with the Chudley Cannons."
Under his breath, Blaise started humming the tune to 'Weasley is our king'. Hermione groaned. Blaise couldn't help smiling, "What did you say to Weasley about them?"
Even Hermione couldn't keep a straight face when she told Blaise what she'd said. "I told him is was Crookshank's fault." Blaise was full on laughing now. "Did he believe you?" He asked her. Hermione looked quite sad as she replied, "I'm afraid he did, it must be all the bludgers that keep hitting him on the head."
Blaise started to say something but she cut him off before he could get the words out. "Zabini, one word from you and I will completely ignore you for the rest of the week." Blaise was cocky, but he sure wasn't stupid. Obediently, he shut his mouth.
They reached the door of the Hog's Head and they walked in, they greeted the bar-tender, Aberforth. He rolled his eyes when he saw them, "You two been at it again in the alley?" He asked them.
Hermione blushed but Blaise only grinned, "Yeah, we have. I can't really help it, she's too fucking hot." Aberforth studiously avoided Hermione's eyes. "Can we use a room for a few hours?" Blaise asked him. Aberforth nodded, "You're in room 201. I want to warn you, Malfoy is in 203." He looked directly at Hermione when he said this. She went an even deeper scarlet and headed towards the room. Blaise went after her, still grinning.
Hermione had put her shirt on, but it wasn't buttoned yet. She had her skirt on but Blaise still had her panties. Her white button-down looked extremely obscene due to the black lacy bra she was wearing under. Her belly-button ring twinkled cheekily in the candlelight. The tiny tattoo of the lion on her creamily white waist was only half visible because she skirt covered it.
Her brown curly was in a mess and her bangs were in her eyes. She wondered what would happen if anyone saw her like this. Oh well, she thought, it's three in the morning, who would be up now?
She was on the second landing when she ran into a wall and fell backwards down the stairs. She shrieked, she was flying down the stairs, if she landed on the hardwood floor she would definitely break something. Thankfully Blaise was right behind her; he caught her and held her to him.
He turned her to face him and he looked directly into her eyes. "Are you OK?" He asked worriedly. She nodded shakily. "What sent you flying down, anyway?" Hermione tried to think. "I think I ran into a wall."
Blaise didn't get a chance to reply because they heard a drawl from the top of the stairs. "I'm glad you think so highly of my chest, Granger. I'm glad to think that all those hours in the gym paid off."
Draco appreciatively took in her disheveled appearance. He knew she was hot, but never before had he seen her looking this delicious.
Her lips were red and swollen from being kissed too hard and her half curly/ half wavy shoulder-length hair was in a beautiful mess. Her face was sharply angled; he'd love to draw her once. She had high cheekbones and a tiny, upturned nose.
Draco noticed her tummy piercing and the sexy tattoo on her perfectly flat stomach. His gaze roamed downwards, she was wearing a short skirt that made her sinfully silky legs look like they went on forever. Her shirt was opened up and he saw the black lace bra she was wearing.
He looked at Blaise, who was supposed to be his best friend. Draco had never before felt jealous, but he sure as hell did now. He knew that Blaise was screwing some chick to get over the female Weasel, but he didn't know that it was Granger.
Draco didn't miss the black garment that Blaise was holding in his hand. He bet that Granger wasn't wearing any panties right now. He felt a lump in his pants at the thought.
For the first time ever, he noticed how short Hermione was. She was standing one step above Blaise and he could still easily look over her head. Blaise wasn't even that tall, Draco was taller.
Draco saw how strongly Hermione was blushing. He, once again, felt an unfamiliar pang of jealousy.
Author's Note:
Hello, there! Thanks for reading so far. If you have any concerns or comments please review! Not sure whether to continue this story or not, so if you like it review!
On a completely unrelated note, I have a question. What does "OOC" stand for? I don't get it.
Lots of love, breathtaking x
