She had been up late working as usual. Making her way to her dormitory, her body felt heavy and ached with various pains caused by sitting for too long in one of the uncomfortable chairs in the library. She crawled into bed, too tired to get undressed. Her eyes drifted shut.
Suddenly, she felt a hand gently cup her breast through her clothes as a heavy weight settled over her legs. Looking over her shoulder, her scream caught in her throat. "Shit," she said, recognizing the dark haired boy beside her on the bed. "Blaise, what in the hell is wrong with you?"
He merely raised an eyebrow at her in inquiry.
She huffed exasperatedly. "I thought you were a burglar or a rapist or a serial killer. What are you doing her?"
"One of the more logical things you didn't mention, muggle."
She waited impatiently for whatever harebrained reason he might have for waking her up so unceremoniously.
"I am your seducer," he murmured before his lips came down on hers, worshipfully caressing her mouth as though he had all the time in the world to memorize the taste and feel of her.
She didn't think it was a very logical reason for him to be in her bedroom at such an ungodly hour but the rational part of her brain was quickly being overtaken by a haze of lust.
What happens next with Blaise and Hermione? Nothing if you don't review. It'll just be a random little drabble.