It's an update.
Someone asked if we would see a dark side to Blaise soon and all I'm going to say is that birds of a feather flock together. If you'll remember, that warning in the first chapter wasn't just about Draco.
Also, telling you right now that the first time Hermione and Draco get together will also be the first time all three do and I expect that to happen somewhere from Ch. 10 to Ch.13.
Also, somebody asked for a lemon...so...yeah
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Hermione watched as Harry plopped down in the seat beside her with all of the grace of a drunken giant. It was quite early, so there weren't many students in the hall for breakfast yet. Ginny and Ron happened to be a part of that number. Hermione glanced at him, raking her eyes over his haggard form: sunken eyes, hair more unruly than usual, glasses crooked.
With a sigh, she reached up, properly pushing his glasses up on his nose. He flushed, a sheepish look on his face. He had thought that he had overslept and hadn't properly checked his appearance in the mirror.
"Thanks," he mumbled.
"Anytime. You want to tell me why it looks like you've had a rough night?"
Her question came out soft and quiet because she had a feeling that his answer was not going to be one that others should hear. He opened his mouth to answer before immediately snapping it shut. His eyes suddenly glanced towards a figure making their way into the hall. Hermione reluctantly followed his line of sight and felt her heart freeze just as Harry's eyes narrowed.
Malfoy made his way into the hall, Blaise right behind him, the two of them making a striking pair. Malfoy, however, looked almost as bad as Harry. She used the term 'almost' lightly seeing as the only similarities in their appearances were the dark circles beneath their eyes, indicating that Malfoy must have had a rough night as well. Malfoy, on the other hand, had at least made an effort to look as put together as usual, she was loathed to admit.
Hermione had made it her best effort to avoid him as much as possible since their last run-in. She knew that her words had cut him more than he would ever admit and she was not ashamed to admit to herself that that made her happy. He had always taunted her, even almost bringing her to tears a few times, even succeeding once. However, ever since he had found out about her and Blaise, it had gotten worse.
The things that had come out of his mouth as of late affected her more than she wanted to confess. Normally, she might not have cared, but she refused to let him make her feel bad for what she was doing. She refused to let him turn what she and Blaise had into some dirty, cheap thing. Hermione had long given up on trying to figure out what his problem was. She had decided that it wasn't her burden to bear.
As if he could hear her thoughts, Malfoy glanced up at her just as he sat down, the familiar sneer perfectly in place. The dark circles beneath his eyes made his expression all the more uglier and this brought her back to her original train of thought. She turned to look at Harry, an accusing expression on her face.
"Please, tell me that this…," she gestured to his appearance "…has nothing to do with Malfoy."
Harry clenched his jaw, picking at his food before shaking his head. He wouldn't lie to her…
"I can't tell you that," he finally said.
"Harry," she chastised in exasperation.
He suddenly dropped his fork, quite harshly, before turning to face her.
"What do you expect from me? Neither you nor Ron are taking my concerns seriously…," he began.
"That's not true," she protested.
"Yes, it is. You think I'm paranoid and I'm not. I'm going to prove to you that he's one of them."
"By following him," she incredulously questioned.
Harry turned to glare at the Slytherin table. Merlin, he hated Malfoy with a passion like no other.
"He's up to something. He's been going to the seventh floor a lot. I'm not sure for what, but I just know that it isn't good…"
Hermione sighed.
"Okay. I'll humor you… Let's say that you are right and he is one of them now. Do you really think that following him is a smart idea? You don't think that's kind of dangerous?"
Harry sheepishly looked away, shifting in his seat.
"Yeah, okay. It might not be the smartest idea, but what else am I supposed to do? I'm not just going to sit around and wait for something to happen," he said.
Hermione understood his reasoning, she did, but that didn't make her any less nervous. Before she could tell him that, Harry was suddenly gathering his things.
"See! He's leaving already and he just got here. Him and his sidekick," he spat, standing up.
Hermione didn't appreciate his nickname for Blaise, but she grabbed her bag and hurried after him nonetheless.
"Harry," she called, catching up to him as he practically ran out of the hall.
Malfoy and Blaise had moved quite quickly, as she did not see them at all once she made it out. Harry seemed to have remembered where they went though as he hurried up the stairs. Hermione had just caught up to him as they rounded the corridor and she suddenly felt herself falling, her bag landing on the floor just before she did.
"You slimy snake!"
Harry had seen that and he wasn't going to let Malfoy get away with it.
"My apologies, Potter. I was simply leaning against the wall here. How was I to know that she was coming around the corner?"
Hermione had pushed herself onto her knees just as his venomous voice reached her ears. She glanced at her scuffed palms before glaring up at the man who tripped her. His top lip was curled over his teeth as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed with his foot still out. She glanced at Blaise, noting, with worry, that he too was glaring at his friend.
She could hear Harry tearing Malfoy a new one, and Blaise took that opportunity to quickly kneel down and grab her bag. He handed it to her and she took it with a slight nod, avoiding his eyes as she threw the strap over her shoulder. She glanced up, noting that while Harry had missed the exchange, Malfoy had not.
If it were possible, his eyes appeared even icier as they held her gaze. Hermione felt herself flush and her heartbeat speed up as he raked his eyes over with a look of utmost disgust. She unconsciously took a step back, glancing at Blaise just as he took a step towards Malfoy.
"What were you even doing here anyway, Malfoy?"
Harry's voice broke the spell and Malfoy turned to glare at him, causing Blaise to catch himself and take a step back.
"What's it to you, Potter? A friend and I can't have a simple conversation without Saint Potter sticking his nose in it?"
Harry glared at him, unable to say anything lest he gave himself away. He eventually scoffed and turned away.
"Let's go, Hermione…"
Hermione all but sprinted after Harry, avoiding Malfoy's icy gaze and Blaise's inquiring eyes as she went.
Hermione was outside, making her way back inside to her dorm, when he found her.
She had heard fast approaching footsteps and had looked up in surprise to find Malfoy heading straight towards her, purpose in his every step. His black coat flew behind him in the slight breeze like a cape, his eyes glowing with absolute disdain. She had involuntarily took a step back at the sight, taken back. She was even more taken back when he didn't slow down, not one bit.
Before she could even process it, he was practically on top of her, chest brushing against her folded arms.
"Tell your fucking sidekick to stop stalking me," he spat so harshly that she flinched.
The only indication of surprise she gave to his request was a slight widening of her eyes, but it was enough for him to catch. He narrowed his eyes, pressing himself against her even more.
She suddenly shook her head, glaring up at him.
"I have no idea as to what you're talking about," she snapped.
He pushed against her shoulder, gently shoving her against the outside wall of the school. Did she take him for a fool?
"You're an awful liar, Granger. Do I look stupid to you? Just what does he think he's doing, huh?"
"Look, I already told you that I-."
"Does he think I'm one of them, now? Is that it?"
Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but he beat her to it.
"It is, isn't it? Heh, I think Pothead is getting in way over his head, don't you?"
Hermione had finally had enough and she shoved against his chest, pushing him away from her.
"Listen, Malfoy-."
"No, you listen. You tell Potter to stop fucking following me…," he hissed, getting in her face again, his breath hitting her face.
She shrunk away as he reached up, fingering one of her unruly curls. He rubbed the soft piece of hair between his fingers, unconsciously enjoying the feel.
"…or I might just make the Dark Lord's job a little bit easier."
Hermione's eyes bulged and she smacked his hand away. He twisted their hands so that hers was now trapped in his deathly tight grip and they both ignored the unfamiliar feeling that it brought.
"Are you threatening me? Threatening us?"
"See it however you like. You either relay that message or don't be surprised when your boy toy ends up in the infirmary for sticking his nose where it doesn't belong," he spat in her face, throwing himself away from her before turning and walking away.
"I feel like I haven't seen you in forever," he breathed against her lips.
He knew that he sounded like a complete fruitcake, but he didn't care. Hermione couldn't hold in her soft chuckle and he then decided that it was worth it.
"Blaise, you see me around school all the time. We even have potions together," she whispered back.
He sighed, leaning away and brushing her hair out of her face. He ran his eyes over her, drinking her in,
"I know, but…that's not the same."
Hermione drew shapes on his bare chest as she wholeheartedly agreed. She understood exactly what he meant.
"Yeah," she agreed with a sigh.
"…we both know that you're not the 'casual' kind of girl, Hermione."
Ginny's words came to the forefront of her mind with a vengeance and Hermione rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling.
"I'm actually glad that I finally got you all to myself…"
"Oh?"
She rolled back over onto her side, a small smile on her face. It soon began to fade at the serious expression on his.
"Blaise…if this is about what I think it is…"
His frown deepened.
"Then that really does make you The Brightest Witch of Your Age."
"Blaise, I don't want to talk about this," she whispered, pulling his face towards her own.
He turned his head away, sitting up.
"I've been playing it over and over again in my head. The look on your face when Draco tripped you…," he began.
She mentally sighed, following his lead and sitting up, clutching the sheet to her chest.
"You didn't look angry…or even surprised. You looked…annoyed…fed up. That made me think…"
"Blaise-."
"How often does something like that happen?"
He turned to face her and Hermione held his gaze for as long as she could before glancing away. He felt his heart freeze.
"Fuck," he swore, raking his hands over his face.
"Blaise, it's really not that big of a deal," she said, resting her hand on his back.
He felt his anger rise and he looked at her.
"How can you even say that?"
"Because it's what he's been doing for years! You know this… I'm not sure why you're being this way when you know how he is and how he feels about me. How he's always felt about me," she replied.
"I've talked to him, Hermione. He knows…he knows what you are to me," he responded.
"I'm not your girlfriend. I'm not your fiancée. I'm not anything like that. I'm a fling. Why would you expect him to completely change his character towards me just because we're shagging?"
"You know that you're more than that. Is that how you see yourself?"
"That's what I am! That's what we are…"
Hermione felt guilt swim within her chest as he looked away and Hermione rested her chin on his shoulder.
"Blaise, come on… We agreed-."
"No. You decided…and I reluctantly agreed…"
Hermione felt her heart sink as he turned to face her.
"What do you want from me, Blaise?"
Blaise couldn't even put into words what he wanted from her. He wanted a lot of things from her, things he thought that he'd never want from a girl until much later in life. Granger was…surprising and Blaise Zabini was hardly ever surprised. He didn't know what to do with her, he just knew that he wanted all of her. However, instead, at the moment, he settled for what she was willing to give…
He leaned in, pressing his lips against hers and Hermione returned the kiss. She brought her hands up to rest on the sides of his neck, allowing the sheet to slip down. Her world was spinning and she soon found herself on her back, hair fanned around her head like a crown. Blaise wanted to savor the moment, they both did, but he wanted her, needed her at that particular moment like no other.
His hard body was pressed against her much softer one and she moaned as he fit inside of her like a missing puzzle piece. Her nails raked over his arms and back as he moved against her, awakening that familiar fire within her. Every single time was always like the first time and Hermione dreaded the day when she would have to let him go. It was inevitable and it was something she did her best not to think about.
He nibbled and sucked on the skin of her neck as he thrust into her welcoming core. They were a tangled mess of limbs, arms wrapped around each other and legs intertwined. Hermione felt her eyes involuntarily roll as he pressed his hips against hers again and she gasped, clutching the sheet as his movements sped up. Their last moment was hardly an hour ago, but Hermione was sure that she'd never get enough of him and Blaise's thoughts mirrored her own.
Their breathy moans and labored breathing filled the room and there was nothing 'casual' about it…
Hermione had been in and out of sleep for the rest of the night, the bed all to herself. Blaise had stepped out, whispering some reason into her ear, but she had been too tired to properly listen. She was in one of her delirious states in between sleep and consciousness when she heard him return.
He didn't say anything and Hermione was content to fall right back asleep when she felt him approach, brushing a finger along her exposed back. She mumbled incoherently, delighting in the feel of the shudder that traveled down her spine. He trailed his finger down her spine, stopping at the small of her back where the sheet began.
He then made his way back up to her neck, brushing his hand against the sensitive skin and she moaned in delight. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling the tresses away from her neck and ear, replacing them with the slightest brush of his lips. Heat spread along her neck, traveling all the way to the pit of her stomach.
"Blaise," she softly mewled.
A dark chuckle rang throughout the room and Hermione's eyes snapped open as a voice replied that definitely did not belong to Blaise.
"Granger."
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