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Dangerous Affairs
A/N: Thank you, oh mighty reviewers) It's great to get that many reviewers this early on, I've never had that before, you made my day)
I guess you've all figured out that I'm not writing this story as if 'The half blood Prince' and 'The Deathly Hallows' ever happened, right? Severus Snape never murdered Dumbledore and Draco is still just... Well, Draco.
So... On with the third chapter then, and this chapter also contains some M rated scenes, so you have been WARNED...
Chapter Three: Confusion
Everything was dark around her, sparing the dripping candle on the mantelpiece. The small flame illuminated a small part of the room, but not nearly enough because the room seemed humongous from her point of view. The fireplace hadn't been lit, so it was quite cool in the stone room. None of the surroundings seemed familiar, especially not the velvet green sofa that was stretched across the wall to her left and the see-through curtains hanging around the bed. Her mind was racing and panic started to set in. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she noticed several majestic furnitures and the immense size of the bed she was in; it could fit ten people, at least!
Hermione reached for her wand, but soon found out that it was gone. She sighed and squinted at her side, trying to figure out if the black fuzzy thing beside her was dangerous.
"If you keep staring at me like that, I might just have to give you another go." Hermione jumped out of the bed as she heard it talk. Her memory soon caught up on last nights events, which didn't make anything much better.
"Stay away from me! I'll hex you!" Hermione shrieked, desperately trying to find her clothes.
The black fuzzy thing rose from the bed, exposing a pale naked body. Her eyes trailed over his perfectly sculpted cheekbones and full lips, almost unintentionally drinking in the chilling beauty he presented. He was very thin, but it was attractive in a way she couldn't quite explain. He had a slight feminine touch to him; his narrow waist, the perfect hipbones and his graceful way of moving, but his strong face and broad shoulders gave him a very masculine look on top of that, creating this dark, yet angelic, painting of a beautiful man.
She watched his alluring eyes take her in as he moved closer with the slowest steps.
Hermione gasped when he touched her, but quickly stepped away. "In a bad mood, are we?" Blaise said in a sultry voice, smirking with a most beautiful set of teeth. Hermione had learned a thing or two from her parents when it came to teeth, and she knew how to recognize a well-kept smile.
She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye, "No one must know of this, is that clear?" He had mesmerizing eyes, this Blaise character. No wonder he had such a reputation. They changed for each mood, and right now they were like an electric storm dragging her towards him with strength unkown to man. They were this greyish deep blue with pitch black centres, not like anything she had ever seen before.
He nodded his head in agreement, still smiling at her, "I swear on my father's grave." His body was suddenly pressed against hers, now pinning her up against the wall.
"H-how am I supposed to know you'll keep that p-promise?" She stammered nervously as Blaise lightly kissed her neck, flicking his tongue over her collar-bone.
Blaise groaned as Hermione desperatly tried to move away from him, afraid of what he made her feel and do. This didn't exactly help the situation as she felt his arousal grinding her against the wall once more. "Do you think my crowd will be excited that I'm hanging around a member of the gloden trio? Sure, they won't gut me for it, but I won't be let in on all their little dirty secrets any longer, not all of them at least," He licked his lush lips and lifted her over to the sofa with an un-expected strength, she felt like a feather in his embrace. "And I love to listen to all their dirty little secrets. Trust me, Hermione Granger, our secret will remain within this room." His gray eyes bore through her shields and left her unprotected in his embrace. Her knees turned into jelly as his hard body pressed against hers again. She couldn't comprehend the reason for her lack of control around this man, and Ginny.
"R-release me, Zabini."
"On a last name basis, are we?" He laughed silently, "Oh, you know we're past that, beautiful." He said as he was watching Hermione's hands wrap themselves around his neck. The satisfied smirk didn't even bother her, she just wanted him. Her lips didn't take too long to find his, inviting his tongue and soon deepening the kiss without even hesitating to let her hands roam his body.
Hermione threw her head back as she heard someone outside the door, trying to figure out if she was in danger of being seen with Blaise Zabini. When the noises disappeared, Hermione's eyes wandered elsewhere, this was the first time she had really looked at the rest of the room, and it seemed to her now that she was so awfully out of place down here. It looked like a bedroom fit for a king of England, only much more sensual and dark. The walls were stone and there was a black wall to- wall carpet, embroided with silver snakes slithering around the edges of the room. A Slytherin house crest was hanging by the door and bookshelves filled with books she hadn't even heard of was occupying the wall next to the bedroom. Slytherins were living quite a luxurious life down in the dungeons, all the Gryffindor's had were a small bed and a bathroom; which they had to share.
Hermione loosened her grip around Blaise's neck, and as if it wasn't enough with feeling out of place, all of a sudden these images of Ginny and Goyle flashed before her eyes. This made her sober up and move away from her lover, her eyes never leaving him as she picked up her clothes from the floor. "Sorry Blaise, I've got to leave." She sighed and bit her lip. "I've had a good time though, an interesting experience, I must say. I realize now that I shouldn't have been so harsh on Ginny, I was un-fair." Hermione kissed Blaise, "Would you reject me if I ever wanted your company again? Would you reject me and Ginny?" Hermione traced the lines on his chest, admiring the naked body. Her behaviour was really out of the normal.
Blaise put on a Slytherin trademark smirk, "Only if you leave me like this." He whispered, running his fingers through her curly hair.
Hermione was slightly put out as he answered, not even aware of what she had asked him, "Why does it feel so much better when I am doing the same as her? It feels right when we're both comitting this unforgivable sin together, or when the other knows of our desires and actions, why? I need to know why, Blaise." Hermione felt guilty as she savoured the feel of him kissing her.
"It is no sin, my love, it's life. My advice to you is to enjoy it as long as it lasts, Merlin knows I will." He pushed her down on the bed, crawling over her like a cat and placing himself between her legs. She felt a warm, hot mouth close around her nipple, sending shocks through her system. She moaned loudly into the darkness and began bucking up to his body for more. "What pleasure do you desire from me, my love?" Blaise whispered with eyes clouded from lust. Hermione gasped just by looking at him, unable to hold her feelings to herself.
"I want them all." She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut and her cheeks flushed pink from arousal. She could feel Blaise's lips curl into a smile on her neck, his electric mouth sucking and nibbling on all the tender spots which made it impossible to form a coherent thought.
Hermione pushed him off of her and mounted him, her hands clawing at his chest. Breathless moans escaped her throat as he entered her, his length filling her up and sending chills through her entire body. After a few seconds, Hermione began rocking on top of him, falling into a slow rhythm consisting of hungry kisses and gasps of pure pleasure. It seemed impossible that Blaise could make her feel like this, because this was almost the same as it was with Ginny, only that it was a whole lot more biting with her.
Blaise soon stopped and picked her up, carrying her over to a desk in the corner. Hermione was dazed, but immediatly tightened her hold around his waist as she felt him slipping away. He sat her down on the desk and thrust into her with no mercy. She let out a cry, begging him not to stop. She was experiencing some sort of spiritual ecstasy, her blood pumping like crazy and this new feeling surging through her like a drug injected into her veins. Blaise was intoxicating in every way possible, but even for this, something was missing. She wanted Ginny. She wanted her incredible fingers to soothe her longings and her body to entwine with hers and Blaise's. That was just the thing, she also wanted Blaise, this was what she found confusing.
Ginevra Weasley was soon removed from Hermione's thoughts as wave after wave of excruciating pleasure swamped her senses until she was drowning in it. Blaise's thrusts were becoming faster and his kisses were more like devouring. Hermione moaned and gasped alltogether when he started biting her neck, feeling her climax close.
As the ecstasy peaked and sensations exploded throughout them, their moment of bliss made them both drop to the floor with satisfactory groans.
Without saying a word, Hermione kissed him and began picking up her clothes, a guilty but wonderful sensation coursing through her thoughts.
"Kitten," Blaise's flawless voice said from the floor. "I expect you'll be attending old Snape's classes?" He asked and flashed her a suggestive look as she laid her eyes on him.
"We've got Potions? Oh God, I haven't even got my schedule!" Hermione quickly picked up her skirt and slipped into it, leaving her blouse unbuttoned as she sprinted for the door. "Bye, Blaise," She said and her chesnut eyes made contact with his electric blue. "I hope I'll see you soon." She whispered and smiled, opening the door and leaving.
Hermione took a deep breath when she stepped out of the room, never even thinking of the fact that she was in the Slytherin dungeons. "What are you doing down here, Granger? And dressed like that?" A snarling voice asked from behind her, making the hairs on her neck rise. He sounded so confident, every emotion stripped of him and his tone as cool as ice.
She turned around and faced the silver haired boy she had loathed since their first year, "Hello, Malfoy," Hermione straightened her back and folded her arms over her chest. "I was just paying Professor Snape a visit. You see, Malfoy; I needed to get my potions ingredients in Diagon Alley, and they don't exactly sell the best merchandise there, do they?" Hermione was quite impressed by her own fast thinking and smart comeback, it was quite rare when she was surprised. "So, I was thinking that Professor Snape could aid me in checking the different roots and all that. I suppose you wont understand, your father probably supply you with everything you'll be needing for your school, plus a little extra," She took in his confused look and smirked. "Or has he lost his connections after your petty little Dark Lord was killed?" Hermione whispered the last sentence and wrinkled her nose as she gave him a sarcastic smile.
Draco Malfoy's mouth was slightly open, boggling bewildered at her, "How dare you stroll around in the Slytherin dungeons like this? You filthy little mudblood, you'll surely pay for this; one way," He looked her over. "Or the other. Mark my words." He whispered, standing so close that Hermione could feel his icy breath on her face. He had an odd look in his eyes, he had never looked at her in the same way before. And maybe it was her imagination, but he smelled like cigarettes. "Did the Professor find your appearance appealing by the way?" He smirked and raised an eye-brow as he looked her over.
Hermione opened her mouth, but couldn't find a single word to fit in her reply. Before she knew it, he had walked away and disappeared behind one of the many dark corners in the cold dungeon. Usually, he would make up a whole load of threats and spit them at her, but today he seemed to be lacking his vivid imagination. Hermione didn't mind though, because now she could hurry out of there before anyone else became aware of her presence.
'My God, eventful morning we're having today.' She thought to herself as she was running up the stone stairs. 'It was kinda fun...' She grinned to herself but shook her head, 'Stop thinking like a bloody nympho, Hermione, you're being seduced by life's pleasures, which is a bad thing in your case. Focus. Constant vigilance.' She sighed and stopped dead in her tracks as she saw who was standing at the top of the staircase.
"Hullo, 'Mione, down in the dungeon this early? Where were you last night anyways? Neville said you and Ginny took of before the feast had even started." Ron's red wild hair was the first thing that met her gaze.
"Hey Ronald," Hermione laughed nervously. "Yes, I had to talk to the professor you see, you know how I am, school school school. Ginny and I were in the library all night, she wanted to catch up on some school work." He gave a short laugh too, but seemed just a little suspicious.
"So, have you seen Ginny today? It's her sixth year and all, wouldn't want her to be late for her classes." Ron was looking around, checking if she was with Hermione.
Soon it dawned on her what he had just said, "Oh God, classes!" Hermione grabbed ahold of Ron's shoulders. "Have you got my schedule?"
He shook her of and pulled out a sheet of paper from his robe, "Here you go, I thought I'd keep it safe for you seeing that you didn't show up in the common room last night. I was kinda hoping you'd be there, we always sit by the fire our first night back."
Hermione grabbed the schedule and looked it over, her first lesson was Potions with the Slytherins. "Oh, I was in the common room last night, and I sat by the fire, believe me." She muttered under her breath, thinking of who she would be meeting in that class. He would probably act like always, but something would be different. He was so galant and...
"When?" Ron asked.
"Huh?"
"When were you in the common room? And how'd you get the password if you were there before we went up there?" Ron was staring at her and she was staring blankly back at him.
"Oh! Right, it was the same as last year, no biggie, Ron. Don't you worry your little brain 'bout that..." Hermione whispered and walked up the grand staircase, heading for Gryffindor tower. She had a good 20 minutes before classes started, and that would be enough time to shower and get the books out and ready.
Up in the tower, most of the girls were already down in the common room and chatting merrily about the summer's events. A couple of eyes followed Hermione as she crossed the common room and headed for the seventh year girl's dorm. Maybe she was imagining things, but she swore she heard someone whisper her name in the same sentence as 'Ginny' and 'snogging'. Someone had probably seen them and told everybody. She couldn't care less at the moment though.
The bathroom was already damp and heated from all the girls that had showered before her, and she was thankful for this, because the cold dungeon had left it's impression on her. She turned on the shower and stepped below the hot water, taking a deep breath and a long exhale, enjoying the peaceful silence. All she could hear was the drops of water splashing down on her skin and on the floor-tiles.
"Where've you been all night, Hermione?"
Hermione turned around and put on a smile, "The library, catching up on some school work. How's your summer been Parvati?" Her black haired friend was staring suspiciously at her with small bright blue eyes.
She snorted, "Yeah right, the library? Gosh, you're dumber than people think. Do you honestly believe I'll buy that ridiculous story?" She threw her hair back and started buttoning her robe. "Well, if you're going to keep your secrets, then I will keep mine I suppose," Parvati smirked as Hermione narrowed her eyes at her. "Oh yes, you better believe that I've got secrets, dear, and some are even about me." She winked and walked out of the bathroom, picked up her bag and left the dorm.
'I guess she bought it,' Hermione thought to herself, massaging in some shampoo that was scented with lavender and some other frangrance she'd never heard about.'She thinks I'm interested in those silly little details about her sex life and everyone else's still. Oh well, it's something to pass the time.'
The sound of students were roaming the halls and there were teachers passing with nervous looks upon their faces. Minerva McGonagall soared by Hermione as she had reached the entrance to the dungeon, not even noticing her top student; but Hermione was glad she didn't stop to talk, because she wanted to get into class and hide in the first dark corner she could find. Her headache was growing into an irritating buzzing sound of some sorts. If she hadn't known better, she would say she had a hang-over.
"Hello, Miss Granger," A low and alluring voice sneaked into her ears, making the buzz disappear. "Feeling alright this morning?" Thin, yet strong arms embraced her from behind and pulled her backwards into a corner. A perfect little dark corner.
Hermione was blushing, "Much better, got this headache though," She whispered as students passed outside. "I'm starting to suspect you put something in my drink last night, Mr. Zabini. Am I guessing right?"
He laughed a most wonderful laugh, "Oh, if I did, it could only have been an afrodisiac, love. You wouldn't be no fun wasted, would you?" He turned her around and smiled at her. Hermione took one look into his eyes and kissed him, pressing his body up against the wall with just enough pressure to make him groan. He didn't stop the kiss, instead he continued deepening it and letting her ravage his body as he ravaged hers. It was a feeling of excitement and danger that ran through her as they stood there panting for air between kisses and their clothes half-way to the floor. Again. Anyone could see them if they peeked in the right direction.
"Stop," Hermione shoved him away. "We cant do this here, we got to attend our class. If I'm not mistaken we're in the same one and Professor Snape does not like it when his pupils are late."
Blaise chuckled, "He wont be all that mad if it's me, but OK," He bit his lip, watching the expression on the woman in front of him. He knew they wouldn't get into all that much truble, but he had to remember that she was a little geeky, despite her hotness. "You better button up your blouse then, don't want everyone else staring at my woman." He helped her button up and did the same to his own shirt. He didn't even show the slightest regret of the sentence he had just put out there in the open, it was just like it was a well-known-fact to Hermione.
'Your woman?' Hermione thought, running the idea through her mind. She was starting to feel a bit light headed as he looked into her eyes. Such cold and kind eyes were hard to find, especially in that combination. There was an entire universe hiding in there, stars shining and planets waiting for discovery.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat as he spoke again, "You find the thought unsettling, love?" His lips seemed to be made of velvet, "You can call us friends," He took her hand in his and leveled it with his mouth, "You can call us lovers," He kissed her palm and started kissing his way up to her fingertips. "Or you can call us whatever it is that you want us to be. I won't tell a soul." She was drowning.
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Soo, what do you think? I wrote this in a hurry, so there may be some mis-spellings and all. I didn't involve Ginny in this chapter, but she's back in the next one for those who didn't like that. I just wanted to establish some emotional confusion in Hermione's busy brain, I've got a thing for emotional confusion I guess. Hope you'll review, tell me if it's bad or good!)
