Chapter One: But It's Better If You Do

Author: Commando
(That's me! It's a truly wonderful pen name wouldn't you agree?)

Rating: M
(Yes, mature. So if you don't think you can handle
such things as A) sex or B) swearing then I'd rather you don't waste my time, or yours, with petty reviews complaining about these things.)

Author's Note:
The name of this story is also the name of a Panic! At the Disco song.

(If you couldn't figure out that the name of the song is also "But It's Better If You Do" then I would like to make it official that you are insane.)

Jeez, I think this is the longest it took me to post a new story. Sorry for the many posted and the even more taken off. It's just that… well; I'm very indecisive when it comes to my stories. I hope you will enjoy this one. I hope that I will enjoy this one. And keep it up, you know? (PS- Happy New Year!)

Hermione Granger was leaned against the wall of her Head dormitory, being held captive by Blaise Zabini's tall body, as he kissed her sweetly. Her mind was going a mile a minute and she was still not fully aware of what was going on. One minute she was headed into her room to finish her potions essay and the next Blaise had come out of no where and kissed her.

Hermione Granger was officially seventeen now, just having her birthday a few months ago. She was finally in her last year at Hogwarts and was desperately worried about her NEWTs, no matter how far away they were. Her dark brown frizzy, wavy hair was now permantly straightened (thanks to a beautiful spell) and fell halfway down her back like silk. Her chocolate brown eyes were now lightly coated with a dark brown eyeliner and mascara, brightening them even more. She was still shorter than her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley and was fit as a fiddle.

Outside the rain had not stopped pouring in days, yet the mood was bright for some reason. Even Malfoy could be found smiling more than one would think possible. It was late September and even though school had just began all Seventh years had a pile of homework to do. The teachers wanted them to pass their NEWTs and weren't afraid to make sure they had everything they needed to do so.

Blaise and her had been chosen as Head Boy and Head Girl this year and had got their own dormitory. Hermione sort of missed spending time with her friends, but she couldn't help it. She usually, if possible, spent her time in the Gryffindor common room anyways. She had gotten fairly close with Blaise. She considered themselves friends, nothing more, nothing less. They did a lot of things together. Hermione had even learned to put up with Malfoy, for the most part; seeing as Blaise was his best friend and he was always there.

Now Hermione couldn't understand anything. She wasn't stopping Blaise from kissing her, but she didn't oblige to it. She had real no control. She was somewhat trapped under Blaise. Or well, trapped by Blaise against the wall.

She managed to pull away, "What are you doing?" She found herself saying, confused.

Blaise ran his hand through his hair, "I thought I was kissing you."

"Well, yes, that was what you were doing. But that doesn't answer my question."

"I don't know what I'm doing, alright? It just felt. . . right?" Blaise said, sighing.

He bent forward, in an attempt to kiss her again. "No! This isn't right. I don't like you like that! And, no, you can't do this to me if you don't mean anything by it." Hermione stood her ground.

"What if I did mean something by it?"

"Which I doubt--"

"I don't," Blaise stared her down, defiantly.

"I-I. Oh what the hell!" She walked back over to him and kissed him, letting her heart and need for him control her brain. For once.

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Hermione's clothes were being pulled off, teasingly, by Blaise, who was shirtless and now on top of Hermione, lying on his bed. She smiled at him, caught up in the passion, and began undoing his jeans.

"Hermione," Blaise half moaned, half whispered.

"Shh," she shushed him by kissing him hard on the lips and then worked her way down to his neck, nipping at the soft skin behind his ear. She felt him shiver and her nipples got hard. She loved the feeling of him on top of her, the warmth he gave her and the friction between them.

Hermione pulled off her gray sweatpants to reveal a pair of silky boxers with pictures of a yellow bird called Tweety on them. Blaise couldn't help but laugh at them as he kissed his way down her stomach and pull the boxers off with his teeth. She wasn't prepared for him to take off his boxers so quickly and she could almost feel her jaw drop at the sheer size of him.

Blaise could feel Hermione's gaze but he neither moved nor blushed. He walked over to her and kissed her, feeling her nerves. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, looking nearly perfect. He lightly tilted her back on the bed, hovering over top of her, kissing her softly on the neck, moving down to the soft skin of her breasts. She let out a gasp of air as he circled her nipples with his tongue and she could feel his hardness against her inner thigh. She shivered as he slid his fingers down her sides to her hips.

Blaise looked deep into Hermione's eyes, lightly kissing both her eyelids as her breathing got heavier. She needed him and needed him now. She could hardly take the anticipation anymore. Blaise was back to kissing her hard on the lips, taking in her taste. He backed off, "Ready?" he said softly, smiling at her.

"Yes," she said, heavily. Blaise positioned himself over her and started to slowly push himself into her. Hermione was more than ready and helped him by pushing her hips up to meet him in a hard thrusting motion. Hermione let out a soft moan as Blaise pulled out and began thrusting into her faster and harder.

Hermione could feel the pleasure starting to build up in the pit of her stomach and softly nipped Blaise's shoulder as she prepared herself for a burst of pleasure. Blaise thrusted in once more and was about to pull out when Hermione's hips locked and pushed forward as she burst. The tight squeal of Hermione's walls but just enough pressure on Blaise's shaft that he came with Hermione. What was really a few seconds felt like an eternity to Hermione as the pleasure took over her body.

She collapsed, exhausted. Blaise pulled out and rolled off of her. They were still both heavily breathing.