Hot Lips
Summary: The war is over and wedding bells are in the air. Let us join two of the couples and watch as the friendly quartette enjoys an intriguing evening of fun and much more than they bargained for. HP/HrG, BZ/GW
Disclaimer: These people are a figment of JKRowling's imagination, I'm just foolin' around with 'em.
Author: Voluptua (and my two anonymous, best friends)
Introduction: Beautiful Ginny Weasley is engaged to handsome Blaise Zabini. Lovely Hermione Granger is engaged to drop-dead-gorgeous Harry Potter.
Opening scene: Hermione's bedroom, the girls are getting ready to go out to dinner with their respective boyfriends who are playing wizard golf. They are expected to pick the girls up shortly.
I had just finished dressing and Ginny was putting on the final touches of make-up, while looking in a mirror that was hanging mid-air just in front of her. We were sitting side by side on the bed watching a kissing scene in a movie on wizard TV when she suddenly said, 'You know, Hermione, Blaise is the world's best kisser!'
'Hmm, I know his kisses couldn't possibly compare to Harry's,' I countered with confidence.
'The way they kiss in that movie reminds me of Blaise's actions, during a kiss. See (Ginny pointed to the picture), look how his lips move from side to side on her lips…and his hands are constantly busy…that's what I'm talking about. Blaise keeps you always wondering what he's gonna do next. His kisses are never boring.'
'Pooh, Harry makes that actor and Blaise look like amateurs!' I laughed.
Ginny gave a silent repeat spell to the movie segment, 'unh, unh, look at that scene again. You'll see what I mean.'
'I saw it the first time…and now as I look at it again…I still say Harry would put your Blaise and that actor to shame.' Laughing again, I left the bed to get my jacket.
Ginny finished her make-up just as the guys walked in the front door. Sending a silent spell, she turned the TV off and commanded her coat from a chair. As we entered the salon we were met with a couple of appreciative wolf-whistles. Blaise bent down and gave Ginny a sweet kiss on the lips and a two-hand squeeze on her shapely butt.
'You look fabulous,' Harry smiled, as he held me at arms-length and devoured me from head to foot with his eyes. 'Hmm' he murmured into my hair, pulling me close. 'You smell good, too. Let's stay here', he teased.
'Come on you two!' Ginny admonished as she and Blaise headed out the door.
The four of us apparated to a very popular and exclusive wizard restaurant, "Le Garbauge Dumpe." Ginny and I excused ourselves to 'powder our noses' in the ladies restroom. After using the toilets and washing our hands, I realized that we were alone. I sent a silent locking spell to the door and started talking to Ginny's reflection in the mirror. 'You know what Gin?'
'What? Why'd you lock the door?'
'I locked the door, because I don't want anybody coming in here, silly. I'm curious about our conversation just before we left home.'
'Any witch worth her name can counter that simple spell. Let's unlock the door,' which Ginny did, 'and go into one of these cubicles if you want privacy.' Squeezing us both into one of the small spaces designed for a single person, she quizzed, 'Now, what is it?'
'Ever since you mentioned how Blaise kisses, I've been wondering. I want you to show me what it's like.'
'Here? You've got to be kidding! This place is too small! His kisses wouldn't fit in here,' she laughed as she pushed the door open. While we were squeezing out, she said 'I have a brilliant idea. When we get back to your apartment…' Ginny stopped talking as two witches entered the restroom at that moment and gave us a curious look as we were emerging from the same cubicle.
Ginny and I left the bathroom with our 'noses up in the air' trying to play off the embarrassment at being caught in the same cubicle by two other witches. As soon as we closed the bathroom door, we burst out with the laughter we had been holding in ever since we left the cubicle.
Presently a little queen-of-a-waiter pranced over to our table, and announced, 'Good evening, I am your waiter, Frrrrederico', he said over emphasizing the roll of the first 'r' in 'Frederico' and giving a lesser emphasis on the second one.
With his usual wit, Blaise stepped up to the plate with a straight face and introduced the four of us as: 'Harrrrrrrrrrry, Herrrrmiiiioneeee, Giiiinny and I'm Blaaaaissssah!' The three members of our party burst out laughing. The waiter looked slightly confused, but with a smile and an exaggerated flourish, handed each of us a menu.
After receiving our choices, Frederico executed a very flamboyant wave of his wand to produce the orders given, however his wrist danced a little too wildly over the table and the wand accidentally turned Harry's hair green. The waiter looked aghast but quickly recovered, simpering, 'now it matches your gorgeous emerald-green eyes, Harry'.
Harry's eyes widened as he heard our collective gasps of horror and immediately pulled out his wand and cast a spell on the waiter and remarked, 'now your face matches your swishy ass!' The poor guy tried to talk but only made fart-sounds, because his mouth looked like a miniature butt-hole in the middle of a face which now resembled his ass! He continued 'farting', and jumping around aimlessly like a chicken-with-its-head-cut off. Of course, Harry reversed both spells and, except for the uncontrollable laughter, everything was back to normal pretty quickly.
Let it be known, in wizard restaurants, nobody gets angry...spells are expected and tolerated as long as no one gets seriously hurt. In fact, during the escapade, the entire restaurant patronage had a good laugh. Harry is still touted as the infallible hero, everywhere he goes!
Needless to say dessert went off without a hitch! We paid our tab and left the restaurant amid, applause, for Harry's prowess. We left a hefty tip which garnered a big smile from Frrrrrrrrrederico!
As was their custom, Ginny and Blaise accompanied Harry and I back to my apartment and went straight to the guest room, deposited their coats and re-emerged to play wizard Scrabble which was already set up on the game room table.
All of Blaise's tiles scrambled quickly onto the board for a first-turn bingo, X-Y-S-T-E-R-S. Sitting back in his chair with a satisfied look on his handsome face, he turned to me, 'top that!'
Screwing up my face in concentration, my skillful tiles and I pulled off another bingo by using one of his letters to spell, Y-A-C-H-T-I-N-G.
Ginny's tiles took further advantage of Blaise's letters to form the word, P-U-C-K-E-R-E-D. 'ahem, my bingo reminds me', she interjected to Harry, who's tiles were arranging and re-arranging themselves trying to form a word, 'Hermione says you are a better kisser than Blaise and Jedua, that actor.'
'Jedua!' Harry looked up, 'How did he get into this picture?'
Ginny explained, 'We were watching one of his movies this afternoon, and…'
Harry interrupted, 'actors don't count, they're just following scripts and directors. Wait a minute'…he gave his tiles a suggestion, which didn't work…then watched while they finally formed a six letter word. Disappointed, he yelled, 'What, no bingo!'
Harry's tiles yelled back, 'whadya expect, we did the best we could! Pick some vowels, jerk!'
'Watch your language, square heads!' Grinning, Harry chose five more tiles.
While Blaise and his tiles were contemplating his next move, Ginny resumed her explanation, 'hey! I've an idea, Hermione wants to know what your kisses are like, Blaise. And I'm curious about yours, Harry...so, we're gonna demonstrate!'
Harry was literally tickled pink, 'I guess you girls are gonna TRY to show us what's we're like, eh?'
'Yeah', I gave Harry a wink as Ginny and I stood up and moved to one side of the room.
The Scrabble game was forgotten, leaving a bunch of disgruntled tiles in disarray on the game table.
I was first to show Ginny how Harry's kisses start out rather conservatively, a light brush of the lips to the cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, neck...moving back to the lips with a little more heat...I cupped her cheeks with my hands and as the kiss intensified I moved my arms under hers, which were around my shoulders pulling me into a warm embrace. Reaching down I clasped her beautiful butt in both hands, one hand on each tight little mound and alternately squeezed and released them while pressing our bodies together.
Blaise loudly requested, of no one in particular, 'a timer please'. Whereupon He and Harry enjoyed a good laugh.
Ignoring them, we continued for a few more moments. When we finally parted, a little out of breath, immediately Ginny mimicked Blaise's seductive bedroom-voice, 'Now, Hermione, here's a real kiss'. Laughing, I started to lean in for the mating of our lips but Ginny halted this action by gently pushing me back, her voice still an octave lower, 'just a minute pretty lady, not so fast...there's a method to my madness.' Whereupon, she started sensuously massaging my scalp. 'Now, Hermione, close your eyes and relax...'
Obeying her suggestion allowed my focus to follow her soft caresses which slowly moved from my head to my cheeks, my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach, around my waist and finally rested on my buttocks. At this moment, I placed my hands around her neck pulling her close to me. Her soft lips met mine with anticipated gentleness which increased to a mind-boggling frenzy accompanied by an unbelievable butt-massage which included an arousing feeling of pressure with her fingers along the crevice between my globes. Finally, she eased her mouth from mine, planted a quick, soft after-kiss and with knowing smile, led me back to my chair.
Harry grabbed Ginny before she could regain her seat and began kissing her without touching her anywhere except on the arm that he was still holding. They slowly pressed their bodies into each other. However, as Harry was manipulating his fingers from her arm to her waist, he inadvertently hit a ticklish spot. Ginny's giggle broke their kiss. Harry, realizing what he had done, mumbled 'sorr...' but before he could finish the word he began laughing, too. The mood was completely broken when everybody began to laugh. Needless to say, they gave up and sat down.
When it was my turn, I looked at Blaise's beautiful full lips. But when I followed his soft command, 'look into my eyes, Hermione', I was absolutely mesmerized. I've looked a Blaise innumerable times before and felt nothing but happiness at seeing a dear friend. But this time, was different - the sound of his voice - and the tangible electricity in the atmosphere - the closeness of his body all affected my mouth which opened with a will of its own, my brain which went into neutral with a will of its own and my being which now waited in anticipation for something mysterious...
Blaise began by fondling my hair, followed up by a light kiss, and without prompting, my eyes closed. Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard Ginny and Harry cease laughing.
I guess my lips were still open, because I suddenly felt his tongue gently slide across them into the warm depths of my mouth and entice my own tongue into a sensuous dance. Then, I felt his hands move down and fondle my neck, then my cheeks, while he increased the intensity of our kiss. At this point, my arms went around him automatically as I physically melted into his arms which enfolded me into an unexpected sizzling embrace.
From a distant place in my mind, I heard Harry say, 'o.k. that's enough of that'.
However, Blaise and I were so heated, we couldn't stop if our lives depended on it.
Then I heard Harry's chair scrape the floor as he cleared his throat and started to rise, Ginny pulled him down. 'You see Harry, this proves my point, Blaise is the better kisser!'
I know that Harry is generally not given to jealousy. However, even though he was a bit concerned about the heated display he was witnessing, by remaining seated, he decided to go along with the experiment.
When the kiss was finally over, Ginny said, 'well, didn't I tell you, Hermione. Confess now, Isn't Blaise the best.'
Harry stood up, 'Tell 'em, Hermione, it is number 2, me, of course,' takes a bow.
Playfully shoving Harry back down to his seat, Blaise announces, 'it is number 3, of course, saving the best for last!'
Two deep chuckles, and one light chuckle filled the air.
I spoke up, in a quiet voice full of unbiddened emotion, 'The best kiss was number - one.'
The thick silence was broken by a light chuckle.
I then suggested, 'hey I've got another idea we haven't explored yet. Harry, you show Blaise how magic my kisses are and Blaise you show Harry how great Ginny's kisses are and we'll spice up this competition!'
Harry and Blaise looked at one another, grimaced and laughed.
Harry chuckled, 'surely you jest, Hermione!'
I vowed, 'no, I'm serious. Come on, be a good sport, you guys.'
Blaise brazenly pulled Harry up and said, 'O.K., Harry-Hermione Potter, show me what you got!' At first, they jokingly fumbled around with the arms and hands trying to position them just right. Then they progressively enjoyed a very thoroughly tantalizing kiss. Ginny and I remarked at how they seemed to be able to maintain such an intense kiss without 'extracurricular movement'. They literally stood still during the entire salute with only the movement of their lips and tongues. Afterwards, Blaise said sincerely, 'not bad Miss Potter.' Harry was visibly shaken but tried to play it off with laughter, but his face had turned beet-red, his eyes were stinging and his hands were moist.
Blaise tried to lighten up the situation, 'Now Harry, as you may or may not know, Ginny is a little firecracker, so get ready to go up in flames!'
(all laugh)
Blaise did set Harry on fire with a kiss to end all kisses, starting off with his 'trademark' scalp massage, then moving to the neck and cheeks. While easing up on the kiss and rubbing his lips across Harry's he moved Harry's hands from his waist to his neck. Then he moved his own arms down and sensuously massaged Harry's muscular butt, pulling him so close a fingernail couldn't come between them. Without further provocation, both of them become visibly aroused.
At the end of the 'kissing-exercise', Harry, about to fall over, dropped his head on to Blaise's shoulder, breathing excessively. Blaise, not trying to hide anything, cause that's the kinda lay-it-all-out-there-in-the-open guy he is, exclaimed, breathlessly...damn, damn! DAMN! He looked at me, narrowed his eyes, and offered a grateful but semi-sarcastic, 'Thank you!'
Harry managed to recover and he and Blaise sat back down and everyone tried to act normal. Harry leaned over and put his arm around me, and Blaise, following his lead, placed an arm about Ginny and then there was a slightly uncomfortable silence. Suddenly, the scrabble pieces yelled out to be played, which started all of us to laughing. We returned to the game as if nothing had happened. As we started to play again, Harry looked up at Blaise who was staring back at him, and neither noticed that Ginny's eyes were glued to mine.
