Day 24: making up afterwards (a fight) and shy sex


"So, what's the plan?" Theo asked through a mouthful of toast. He seemed to have forgotten all his manners as he chewed loudly while staring straight at Blaise.

Blaise frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"And please stop acting like a savage," Draco added, slicing his toast into small bite-sized pieces. "Were you raised in a barn or by house-elves?"

"Weren't you raised by house-elves?" Theo retorted, pointing his fork at Draco's face.

Blaise shook his head and raised his hands to stop them from continuing their bickering. "Stop it, both of you. You were both raised by house-elves, so don't start pointing fingers."

"He started it," both of them chorused, halfheartedly glaring at each other.

"I don't care who started it. I'm finishing it." Blaise turned to Theo and asked, "And what's this about a plan? What plan are you talking about?"

"The plan to get back in Granger's good graces, of course," Theo said pointedly. "I'm assuming you two had a fight and that's why you've been making pitiful puppy-like faces at her when she's not looking."

"What did you do this time?" Draco sniggered at his little joke.

"I didn't do anything!" Blaise cried. Technically, he hadn't done anything and that's why Hermione was mad at him.

"Give us the context," Theo demanded, making grabby hands at him.

Blaise sighed and took a deep breath. "You know Susan Bones? She's partnered with me in Charms, and apparently, I'm irresistible to her. She said something to me that I didn't realise was a double entendre until I had agreed to it right in front of my girl."

"Oh, you screwed up bad, mate." The glint in Draco's eyes was just as wicked as his smile. "Do you reckon I have a chance with your witch now? I still don't know how you of all people managed to get her."

"You really are a snake," Blaise grumbled, flicking a bean at Draco, who smirked and preened as if he had just received a compliment. Blaise rolled his eyes and turned to look at Hermione.

She was sitting in between Potter and Weasley, a book in her hand and a small frown on her face. Weasley whispered something in her ear, and she ducked her head, her cheeks turning pink. Potter laughed at them and raised his teacup in a mock toast.

The anger coiled hotly in the pit of Blaise's stomach, blossoming, building up, and climbing up his throat. His entire body buzzed with wrath. How could she sit so close to Weasley when she had yelled at him for flirting with Bones? He hadn't flirted with the redheaded witch—she had come on to him. He hadn't even realised what was happening until Hermione had grabbed his elbow, dragged him to the corner of the library, and ripped him a new one.

"You're going to break the knife if you squeeze it too hard," Theo said conversationally and sipped his tea.

"I'm going to fucking stab Weasley and gouge his eyes out," Blaise hissed, climbing off the seat and taking a step towards the Gryffindor table. He tripped over something and almost stumbled.

"Your shoe's untied," Theo called out absebntmindedly.

"Forget his shoes," Draco barked at Theo. Turning to Blaise, he grabbed his wrist and dragged him back down. "And you, don't get your knickers in a twist over Weasley of all people. Besides, if you go over there and start yelling, Granger will hex you so bad you won't be able to sit for a week—and no matter how much I'd love to steal your witch from you, you're my friend, and unfortunately, I can't watch that happen to you…even though it would be extremely hilarious."

Blaise glared at him but kept his mouth shut. He looked over at Hermione again and found her gazing at him with a strange sort of sadness in her eyes. The moment their eyes met, she whipped her head around to Weasley again.

That's it. I have to talk to her now.

He got up from his seat and ignored Draco's desperate attempts to grab his leg as he stalked off towards Hermione. She noticed him walking up to him—he was too tall to ignore—but kept her eyes trained on Weasley.

When Blaise reached her, he cleared his throat and said as politely as he could manage, keeping the hostility out of his tone, "May we please talk in private?"

Hermione bit her lower lip. She looked at Weasley and Potter, who were both staring at Blaise as if he had just told them the moon was in fact an egg. The trio seemed to have a private conversation without even speaking a word, for Hermione finally glanced up at him, her eyes slightly wide, and nodded.

Without a word, Blaise turned around and walked out of the Great Hall, knowing she would follow him. If it had been any other day, he would have waited for her or even escorted her out, but he would have maimed Weasley if he had stood there for one more second.

Hermione followed at a sedate pace, her shoes click-clacking behind him. Blaise kept walking until he found an empty classroom, one which he and Hermione had frequented for a bit of heavy snogging. He waited for her to enter, and once she had walked inside, he closed the door behind her and locked it with a flick of his wand.

"What do you want to talk about?" Hermione's tone was formal—too formal for a witch who had had his cock in her mouth for the entire length of a History of Magic class. She crossed her arms over her chest, and her breasts bunched up under her button-down shirt.

Blaise stared at her for a few seconds before stepping towards her. She backed up a little, and Blaise continued walking until he had cornered her against the wall. She swallowed and looked away from him.

"Look at me," Blaise murmured, cupping her jaw gently. No matter how furious he might be at her for being so close to Weasley, he couldn't not look into her beautiful brown eyes. They were like fresh honey and amber when she was relaxed, and like milk chocolate and cinnamon when she was furious.

When she finally met his gaze, the colour of her eyes was different this time. It reminded Blaise of locked treasure chests and the hearth in the Slytherin common room. Warm yet dangerous. Dark yet inviting.

Blaise swallowed and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry, Hermione…I should have paid more attention to what Bones was saying. I swear I wasn't flirting with her."

Hermione inhaled sharply, but her shoulders slumped. "And I'm sorry I got so jealous and possessive. I clearly overreacted and—"

"You don't have to apologise for your reaction. Just…trust me next time, please? You know you're the only witch I have eyes for—and everyone knows it too."

Hermione licked her dry lips, and Blaise's eyes narrowed in on that small action. It was a small movement, barely noticeable if you weren't paying attention, but he understood what it meant. She was nervous and feeling shy about something, so he asked her, "What's wrong?"

Hermione whispered, "I trust you, Blaise, but…you make me feel things I've never felt before, and I don't know how to react to it. I don't know how to feel around you."

Blaise's heart ached. He wrapped his arms around her upper body, cradling her to his chest, and buried his face in her riotos curls. "I just want you to feel comfortable and happy with me. That's all."

"I am happy with you," she murmured in his shoulder. She wound her arms around his shoulders, standing on her tiptoes to do so. "I just…"

"What is it?" Blaise questioned, pulling back to look at her. Whatever she wanted to say was clearly hard for her.

"You're my first everything," she whispered, playing with the collar of his shirt and not meeting his eyes.

Blaise's heart stuttered, skipped a beat, and then began hopping around his ribcage. He breathed out, "You mean…"

"Yes," she muttered, still not looking at him. Her cheeks were a delightful shade of pink, a sight that Blaise was tempted to photograph so he could keep the picture on his nightstand and wank off to it every day and night.

Blaise nudged her head up with his own. When her acorn-brown eyes—seriously, how did her eyes change shades so quickly?—met his, Blaise murmured, "I'm honoured to be your first…and hopefully, last."

Her cheeks reddened. She tried to turn her head away, but Blaise slanted his lips over hers. Her body slumped in his arms and she kissed him back with fervour, digging her nails into his shoulders and making him hiss in pleasure. Her lips were warm and soft, softer than he remembered. She tasted of that damned cherry lip balm she was obsessed with, and Blaise took full advantage of that. He claimed her mouth, plunging his tongue inside, and gripped her waist harder.

She moaned. "Blaise…"

Blaise swallowed her soft pants and trailed his hand towards her arse. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and she squeaked and hopped in surprise. He chuckled darkly against her mouth and squeezed her arse again. She mumbled something indecipherable, which he ignored in favour of groping her.

He snaked his hand inside her shirt over her heated skin and she gasped at his touch. He lowered his mouth to her neck and nipped at her thrumming pulse point. She inhaled sharply. "Blaise, we're…trying to have a conversation here."

"Who cares?" he muttered, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume while trailing his nose up and down her neck. "Wouldn't you rather let me make it up to you properly?"

"I'd like that," she whispered shyly, running her fingers through his cropped hair.

Her short nails scratched his scalp, and a shiver of absolute pleasure whizzed down his spine. Blaise's cock had already been at half-mast when he had pinned her against the wall, but there was no mistaking the way he ground his hard length against her thigh. He groaned into her neck and asked, "Do you want roses and shit for your first time? Or can I freely shag you right now and show you just how much I want you?"

"So romantic," Hermione deadpanned.

Punishing her for her cheek, Blaise sunk his teeth into the soft, fleshy part of her shoulder. She squawked and swatted his upper arm, laughing throatily. "Blaise! That sort of tickles! And it hurts!"

Blaise grinned and laved his tongue over the bite. "Sorry, baby."

"It's okay," she murmured, returning her hands to his hair. A few moments later, she whispered, "Is it bad that I don't want you to be romantic for our first time? I just want you."

Hermione's words had aphrodisiac powers. Blaise gasped at the sudden surge of blood to his cock, and he quickly picked her up. He stumbled over his still-untied shoelace when he carried her towards the teacher's desk. Hermione buried her face in his shoulder and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, "Am I that heavy?"

Blaise tugged her arms down and cupped her face. "No, baby, no. Not at all. My shoe's untied."

"Oh…" Hermione ducked her head to look at his feet. "Oh, they are. You should tie them before you hurt yourself."

Blaise's heart melted at how worried she sounded for him. "Forget that. Just close your eyes and let me love you."

Hermione's eyes fluttered shut, her long lashes touching the tops of her cheekbones. Blaise took his time. He kissed her eyes, her warm breath tickling his throat, and then lowered his head to nuzzle her nose playfully. A soft giggle escaped her, and she opened her eyes to look at him. Blaise grinned and leaned in to kiss her.

He trailed his hands down to her thighs and flipped her skirt up. The sudden cold breeze startled Hermione, and she let out a quiet, "Eep!"

Blaise snickered at her reaction but stepped closer, allowing her to cage him in between her legs. "Having fun yet, baby?"

"Considering you haven't touched me like you usually do, so no," she retorted, but her words came out shaky. Her chin quivered as she gazed up at him, her eyes round.

Warning bells went off in Blaise's head. He immediately removed his hands from her thighs and reached up to cup her face in his palms. "What's wrong? I'll stop if you tell me to. I swear I don't want you to feel like I won't—"

"It's not that," Hermione interrupted, blowing a stray strand out of her face with a huff. She frowned and stared at his neck. "What if I suck?"

"Uh…Darling? You've sucked me off hundreds of times before—"

"No, you idiot! I mean…" she trailed off, waving her hands pointedly.

"What do you mean?" Blaise could only think of her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Sue him.

Hermione whispered, "What if I'm terrible at this?"

Blaise's mind blanked. Terrible at this? What? Sucking his cock? She was a champion at that. No other girl had ever given him a boner so quickly after a blowie. What was she even talking about?

Apparently, his thoughts were visible on his face—either that, or he had just spoken out loud. Hermione covered her face with her hands and whimpered. Peeking through the gaps between her fingers, she cried, "No, Blaise! I meant what if I'm bad at…at sex?"

She whispered the word sex as if it was something terrifying, and Blaise suddenly understood. Sighing softly, he kissed the top of her head. "Oh, baby, you couldn't be bad at anything even if you put your mind to it."

"I'm bad at flying," she pointed out.

"That's because you haven't had a good teacher."

"Does this mean you're going to teach me about sex?" Her eyes were wide and shone in the pale morning light.

"No," Blaise stated, and her shoulders slumped at his refusal. He smiled and pulled her hands away from her face. "We're going to learn together."

Hermione blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. "But…you've had sex before. I know that, so don't lie to me."

"I meant that we're going to learn what the other person likes together. We'll take our time. Won't mess this up by just jumping into things. That sort of stuff," Blaise explained patiently.

"For example?" she prompted him curiously.

"For example," Blaise murmured and trailed his hands over her warm thighs, "on a scale of one to ten, how much do you like my hands on your thighs?"

Hermione's eyes lit up at the mention of scales—just like he knew it would. Her favourite subject, Arithmancy, used scales and ranking systems, which never failed to excite her. She was a complete nerd, and Blaise fell more and more in love with her each day.

"We're using scales now?" Hermione asked, practically vibrating in excitement.

"We'll use anything as long as you're happy," Blaise announced, and she beamed up at him with a smile so bright that he was momentarily blinded by its brilliance. He chuckled and got to his knees in between her parted legs. Lowering his mouth over her covered center, he murmured against her thigh, "Scale?"

"Six," she whispered, her cheeks pink as she tried to close her legs.

Blaise smirked and pressed his lips directly over her clit, and she gasped and fell back onto her elbows.

While Hermione used her numbers to direct him, slowly getting over her sudden bout of shyness, Blaise made sure he remained consistent in his efforts. And as she became more and more vocal, even tugging on his hair to pull him closer, he smiled, pleased that she was more confident in herself. All he wanted was to pleasure her and see her bloom under his touch. He'd attend to his raging erection later.