In Which There is Sex
Hermione's words echoed in Blaise's head. He swallowed thickly, looking at her, naked flushed and asking him to make love to her.
He blinked.
Well sure it was going to happen, but hearing those words from Hermione's mouth was about enough to make him have an orgasm on the spot. He gulped again as her face became slightly unsure at his prolonged silence,
"It's okay," she said, hurt red in the face. "I, really it's… wrong of me! I… why would you want to-"
Blaise cut her off with a searing kiss to the mouth. He still didn't know what to say, but felt her babbling wasn't quite as good as her lip action, (although it was a close run thing.)
"Yes," he whispered pulling away. Hermione's eyebrows contracted for a moment- she seemed to have forgotten the question. She suddenly understood and smiled shyly up at him, her fingers weaved through his black hair.
He entered her quickly.
Hermione whimpered and arched her back leaning into him and…
"Fuck, Hermione," Blaise hissed, that was really rubbing in a very pleasurable way at too much of an early stage for his taste.
"Sorry," Hermione said primly, and she started rolling her hips.
The little minx wasn't sorry at all- she had complete control and she knew it. He was desperately trying not to make any noise as she gently moved, her hips drawing a fiery curve down his pelvis. He'd never had anything like this before, and Hermione's whimpers and moans really weren't helping his present condition.
"This would be you queue to start moving, Blaise," Hermione whispered cheekily, apparently quite pleased with her actions; she had rendered him silent.
Blaise snarled and drew out of her, before pushing back in tantalizingly slowly. She moaned loudly, her fingers digging into his back as he repeated for several more times.
"You bloody tease," Hermione gasped as he moved. Blaise grinned against her neck.
"Turnaround is fair play," and quite suddenly his rhythm altered and it was faster and wilder and… "Don't you just love wild monkey sex?" Blaise whispered cheekily in her ear.
Hermione gasped and suddenly stilled, her muscles clamping around him.
"I'll take that as a yes," he grunted, picking up the pace before orgasming himself.
They collapsed cuddled with each other on top of the covers. Hermione turned to him and grinned cheekily.
"Is the Chinese here yet?"
In Which Seamus isn't quite sure
"Is it just me-" Seamus began, looking round at the people in the lounge who were feasting on Chinese.
"Yes," said Terry, shovelling noodles into his mouth.
"Well I know you think am kinda weird an' all," Seamus conceded, absent mindidly running a hand through his hair. "But," he frowned; obviously he hadn't really planned out his statement. "Me mam thinks am ok."
"Doesn't she have too?" asked Terry, looking to Seamus, who was seated on a beanbag directly in front of his place on the sofa.
"Well yeah," he frowned and scratched his head again. "But other people think me ok too… right?"
Many in the room hastily took gulps or drinks, or ate food, (or in Malfoy's case read the real life sections in 'Cosmo'; "My father's Jarvey Obsession lead to a tampon massacre…)
Seamus frowned and spoke earnestly, "I know I'm a bit weird like; but I'm harmless enough aren't I?"
"We love you really Seamus," Ginny said from her place by Hermione's antique bookshelf, "but you are rather… Irish."
"What the fuck's that meant to mean?" Seamus demanded. "I'm not gree-"
"You're hair was," Terry pointed out helpfully.
"I'm not a leprechaun," he ploughed on.
"You aren't exactly tall," Terry chipped in again.
"And do I go around saying, 'aye me lucky charms'?"
"Well, last week," Terry began yet again.
"Fuck off Boot," Seamus said, "my point in this all is…." He sighed; apparently he'd forgotten. "Where're Hermione and Zabini?" he asked abruptly, frowning.
Terry held up a hand signalling for silence; all fell quiet.
"I don't think that's Hermione's ghoul making those noises; do you?"
"Terrance Boot!" Ginny shouted; horrified.
"My name is bloody well not 'Terrance'" Terry shouted back, highly indignant.
"I'll call you whatever the hell I like and you'll thank me for it," Ginny snapped.
"Yes Sir," he mumbled, meekly, burying his face in his noodles.
Ginny smiled in a satisfied way and turned back to Seamus.
"You're just…. A simple but wild guy Seamus," she meant it in the nicest of ways; but Seamus obviously took it to be patronizing.
"Simple? I bought all the alcohol to this dinner Party I'll have you know!"
Ginny frowned, "How does that make you not simple?"
"If I was simple I'd have only brought alcohol for myself," he explained.
"Oh, right; makes sense."
No more questions were asked.
A/N: I would love to give a half accurate estimate of how far through this I am- but in reality I really don't have a clue. I don't even know where this is going, and haven't since I started writing. But it's been okay so far- right?
Despite this I'm going to throw myself in at the deep and with a totally random estimate. Erm… between 30 and 35 parts- between 15 and 18 chapters posted on FF.N
That means this'll be the last chapter or it'll never end. Ahem. Not my fault. Really. Not me.
Ellie