Present Day-Hermione Malfoy POV

I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate 'I need to know what's going on Blaise'

'Why?' When the knot from my shirt didn't come undone, he simply ripped the shirt apart and tossed it on the floor.

'That was new'

'Bill me' he growled, but treated the skirt and thongs a little less ruthlessly. 'And answer the question'

My brain took a moment to click into gear and remember what question he was talking about. 'I heard Crabbe and Goyle talking about a mission been giving to Draco'

'And you want me to tell you what it is'

My 'yes' became lost in the sweet fever that flew through me as he began to trail kisses down my neck. When he caught a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, I gasped and almost collapsed in pleasure. Somehow, through the haze of desire clouding my thoughts, I found the strength to add "please Blaise, he's my brother'

His beautiful violet eyes scanned my face, observing the hopelessness and despair that was so obviously plastered on my face. I hated showing emotion, and he knew that. But I needed him to see how desperate I was.

With my consent, His fingers slid down past my belly, past my pubic hair and deep into slickness. Far too many minutes, all I could do was groan in pleasure.

When I finally managed to gather enough brain cells together, I said, 'you walk in the same circles as Draco…I know your one of them. I need you to gather all the dirt you can on his mission' His teeth were grazing me, teasing me, and all the while his powerful magical aura washed me with heat and desire. Any other time I would have given in and gone with the flow, but I needed whatever help he could give.

Sensing my hesitation, He worked his way up to my mouth, 'Promise to concentrate on the business at hand' he said, and nipped my lip hard enough to hurt. But it was a sweet pain, especially when his tongue immediately caressed the sting away. 'And I'll promise to find out what I can about Draco's mission'

'This is urgent', But my fingers were straying down his back, my actions belying my words as I spread my legs and pulled him closer.

'So is this'

He pressed himself between my legs, sliding his cock back and forth, teasing, but not entering "If it was urgent, you wouldn't be teasing but doing'

He made a growling sound in the back of his throat, then, with one hard thrust, sheathed himself in me. I groaned in pleasure. Blaise filled me, stretched me, in ways no other man did- and right then, I wanted to feel every single hard inch of him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his hips, and pushed him deeper still. He cupped my butt, supporting me as he thrust and thrust and thrust, until it felt as if the rigid heat of him was trying to claim my entire body.

There was never anything gentle about sex between me and Blaise. Couldn't be, when the heat that surged through our veins burning us both so fiercely. I rode him hard, needing it fast and furious, and Blaise was more than happy to comply. Pleasure spiralled quickly and my climax hit, the convulsions stealing my breath and tearing a strangled sound from my throat. He came a heartbeat later, his body slamming into mine, the force of it echoing through every fiber of my being and shuddering through the wall behind me.

Once the tremors has subsided, I grinned 'that was certainly a promising start, but it was way too fast to be seriously labelled fucking me "senseless" '

His grin was ferocious. 'That was little more than taking the edge of our need. I promise you, little 'Mione, I'm going to have you screaming my name'

If there was one thing I admired about Blaise more than his powerful physique, it was his ability to keep his promises.

I woke up hours later, entwined with Blaise on his soft green, silk covered bed. I yawned contently and sat up, ignoring the sharp sting that shot through my lower abdomen. Purr-like snores drew my attention to the beautiful specimen that was lying beside me, and I couldn't help stare at him. He looked so young and carefree with his shoulder length, black hair tousled so freely. I couldn't resist the temptation to run my fingers the soft locks, smiling when a loud purr emitted from him. Not many people know what the Zabini's truly are. Some, hardly even question their race and lineage, the thought hardly ever crossing their minds. However, there are some who do notice the little visible differences. The graceful, agile way the walk seems to turn head where ever they go. The unusual, almost alien like way, their eyes flash and change colour when in distress or angry is another sign of their abnormality.

The day Blaise told me of his family secrete, I was 7 and he 8. He transformed into this proud little lion, that's roar resembled the sound of a coughing kitten. He then told me stories of his family, of how they became to be werecats. From then on, every summer when I would come back from Beauxbatons, he would be waiting for me. I would notice my little lion grow and grow, till by the time he was 14 and I was 13, in animal form he towered of my 5ft 3. Just like his animal counterpart, Blaise went from woman to woman, never caring to settle down, even earning the title of 'Slytherin Sex God' so I hear from Pansy.

"It's never nice to stare Belle" Blaise's smooth, heavy Italian accented voice snapped me out my musings. I smirked, kissed his soft lips and got out the bed, wrapping the green silk covers around my body and headed to the window.

"Well, if you weren't so devilishly handsome I wouldn't have to stare" I pushed the curtains back, opened the balcony door and stepped out. I breathed in and closed my eyes, relishing the beautiful scents of the Italian countryside and early morning sun.

He moved so quickly, I didn't even hear him. But he was suddenly behind me, pushing my wild, blonde curly mane that he loved so much and placed sweet kisses on my neck.

'I'm glad you think so' he commented wrapping his arms around my waist

I turned in his arms and tapped his nose gently 'Don't get too cocky now Mr Zabini'

His grinned was affections as it was beautiful. His pearly whites contrasting well with his mocha coloured skin tone 'Me? Cocky? Never Belle'

I chuckled and kissed him 'Are you happy, I'm coming to Hogwarts?'

'Of course! As long you don't start fighting with my other lady friends. There's enough of me to go around" He waggled his eye-brows and his eyes shinned mischievously.

I laughed and shoved him out the way "you're not worth fighting for Zabini!' I headed back inside and stopped short when I noticed my mother packing my things back into my suitcase frantically. Weird, I only just got here.

Tightening the silk cover around my body I spoke 'Mother?' her head snapped up to where I stood and she didn't even bat a single eye-lid at my attire nor did she comment when Blaise came back inside in only his boxers. Something's definitely wrong.

'Get dressed Hermione' She demanded, turning back to pack my things

'Why?'

She stopped then, looked at me and my stomach churned at the nervous look in her eyes "Your God father wants to see you"