Chapter 2

Blaise began plotting how he could make Hermione his. Malfoy the magnificent bastard! he thought to himself. I bet Ginny is in on this too. Blaise was so happy he could've kiss Malfoy, but they'd ended their quasi love affair when Draco began dating Ginny. Back when Draco had joined The Order as a spy he had helped them put his horrid, prejudiced father behind bars he had earned the respect of Arthur Weasley.

Blaise couldn't deny that back then he was a bit hurt, but while Blaise had loved Draco very much he knew that what they had was never going to last. And neither of them wanted it to, it was simply a pleasant escape from the chaos erupting around them. Besides, it gave Blaise a chance to rid himself of his sexual frustration at school.

There were many pretty girls at Hogwarts, but the lot of them were sluts. They would open their legs to anything with a prick. Blaise would never want any of them. There was only one girl for him, only one girl had plagued his thoughts, only one girl had won his heart long ago: Hermione. She had always fascinated him. From the moment he saw her in first year. She was a bit gawkish, but still very pretty. He admired her intelligence, her wit, her passion, but mostly the way she annoyed Draco to no end. She always got a rise out of him. Blaise stood in the shadows amongst his fellow slytherins watching her grown and mature with every year.

Then in fourth year he decided to be more assertive and sat next to her in potions, not knowing that they would be paired for the rest of the term. Whenever their hands touched accidentally or when she leaned into him to add ingredients he felt a tingling sensation, a happiness fell upon him whenever she was around. Potions had become the highlight of the day for him.

Over the summer that year Blaise had had a growth spurt, making him 6'2". He began working out, running every morning and lifting weights with Draco. While he hadn't become as muscular as the shorter blonde, he was no longer lanky, but slender, lean, and toned. A girl he grew up with, Lucia, who attended BeauxBatons Academy, took interest in him. Being a teenage boy with raging hormones, they began a short lived summer romance. More of a friends with benefits arrangement, if Blaise were being honest.

Never having been with a girl, Blaise was a bit clumsy at first. But with Lucia's guidance he learned how to satisfy a woman, having her begging and wanting. Still, Hermione was in the back of his mind. Even Lucia had noticed that when they made love Blaises' heart never seemed to be in it and he was a bit distracted. When she had confronted him about it, Blaise had told her about Hermione. They way she made him feel and how he longed for her. To his surprise, Lucia, had understood and wished him the best.

"She is a lucky girl," Lucia had said to him. "From the way you describe her, she seems to be beautiful inside and out, but she is not as smart as you think she is if she denies you." Blaise smiled at this memory as he called for his owl, Pascal. Lucia and him still remained close friends minus the physical aspect. And every time they spoke she would ask about the Hermione situation.

When he returned to Hogwarts for his fifth he noticed that summer had been kind to Hermione. She had blossomed into a curvaceous young woman. Applying a light amount of make up and taming her hair to fall graciously into soft ringlets that fell to her mid-back. Blaise and Hermione became friends when they were paired for potions again and then study partners.

Though it was difficult to study with her sweet smelling perfume and shampoo or with the way her uniform clung to her well developed, perfect body or when she took of her school tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons on her shirt, showing just a hint of cleavage. It was enough to drive him mad. That year there were far too many nights of furious wanking until he began fucking Draco.

Blaise sighed and pulled himself from the memories of a few short years ago. He attached an letter addressed to Hermione to Pascal, inviting her to the celebration his mother and Narcissa were planning.

He leaned back in his chair and watched as his owl flew out into the mid day italian sun, growing smaller and smaller as he got further away. It was going to be a good year, he thought to himself, smiling.