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Dangerous Affairs
A/N: Aw, thank you so much Company Calls and chibichoco, you made my day. This chapter is a little un-believable and odd, and I don't think I've ever written a chapter where almost half of the page is RATED M FOR A GOOD REASON. Heh... When I read it again just now, it seemed a little silly... But oh, well, the show must go on. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you'll give me some critisism if it's bad... Here we go...
Chapter Two: Beautiful Sinners
"Let the sorting begin!" Dumbledore announced as Hermione had found a seat at the end of the Gryffindor table; Harry and Ron was seated closer to the teacher's tables where they always sat.
As she turned her head to see who the tall Gryffindor by her side was, she could hardly believe the person sitting next to her was her dear old friend, "Neville?" She asked in wonder as she saw the dark haired boy grin.
"Hermione? Wow, you've grown over the summer," He put his arms around her and patted her on the back. "Where's Harry and Ron?"
Hermione was speechless, he was so different. He had obviously done something to himself during the summer, maybe it was all the hard training during the war, because he was nothing like his fragile little self anymore; he was tall, dark and handsome as they would say in the muggleworld. And Hermione had never noticed how beautiful blue eyes he had.
Neville waved his hand infront of her face, "Anybody home?" He attempted to give a little smile. His teeth were perfect too.
"Oh," Hermione blushed as she came out of her daze. She felt embarrassed as she tried to save herself from the awkward situation. "I'm so sorry, what were you saying, Neville?"
"I asked where Harry and Ron were."
Hermione cleared her throat, "I was, uhm, caught up in something back at the trainstop and they, well, left without me. I saw them just up there." She pointed further up the table and quickly rid herself of the giddy thoughts on how handsome Neville had become, and tried to focus on the sorting. It was hard to follow all the names and which ones got in where.
"Gryffindor!" The hat shouted and the Gryffindor table erupted in cheers, welcoming a cute little blonde girl who's round cheeks were as red as an apple. Neville was cheering too, but Hermione sat silent, her mind drifting towards the sweet kisses she had recieved only minutes before. Everything was spinning and all she could see was red locks floating around her.
"Hermione," A velvety voice whispered in her ear. "Please forgive me."
She turned around and faced Ginny Weasley, her hair was soaking wet, so was her clothes. Hermione damned herself when she caught a glimpse of perky breasts through the white shirt.'Stop looking, Hermione, it's not doing you any good...'
"What do you want me to do?" She was crouching infront of her with her hands folded over Hermione's. "Announce my dying love for you?"
Hermione snorted and turned away from her, trying to have a normal conversation with Neville about plants as the feast had begun and all the first years had been placed at their rightful tables.
She felt the light brush of Ginny's body standing up, pushing herself close."I love you, I want you so bad, and you know it." She was leaning over her, whispering into her ear. "And you want me too, kitten."
Hermione scooted over so that Ginny could sit down instead of lean all over her while people were watching. "Why are you doing this, Ginny?" She hissed, starting to get angry.
"Because I love you and I wanna be with you." Ginny purred softly, and threw her long red curls back, revealing all of her face. "This right here," She pointed at the bruise slightly beneath her nose. "Is solid proof that you want me." Her smug smirk was very addictive, Hermione had never really been able to resist her when she was acting like a complete bastard.
Neville leaned over, "If you two don't wanna tell the whole world about your relationship, I think you better lower your voices." He gestured at the gaping Gryffindors sitting around them. Neville actually knew they were sort of an item, he walked in on them once in the common room.
Hermione let out a nervous laugh and smiled at them. "Let's go somewhere else, shall we?"
"Too right you are, precious." Ginny said, grinning as she grabbed Hermione's waist. "We don't want any disturbances, do we now?" The glowing eyes were playful and the confindence was truly shining through.
Hermione pulled her along with her, trying as hard as she could not too make a scene in the Great Hall. Many heads had turned as they left.
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Hermione shook her head and said through gritted teeth; "Do you want your brother to knock the crap out of you? AND me? If he ever hears one word..."
Ginny cut her off, "It's fun to see how people react, wanna do it again?" She was real pumped, ready to drive of a cliff or something.
She tore loose from Ginny and paced back and forth, unable to put together all the words she wanted to say in a single sentence.
"Don't speak, don't think, just do. That always works for me." A man was walking towards them, his hair as black as night and his eyes the colour of the autumn sky. Stormy grey depths were taking her thoughts away, making her somewhat weak. He was thin, not muscular, but at the same time very handsome.
Hermione recognized the man as Blaise Zabini, a Slytherin, or more importantly, Draco Malfoy's bestfriend. "You're Ronald Weasley's sister, right?" He took Ginny's hand and kissed it, giving her a playful wink. "Now you," Blaise let go of Ginny and closed in on Hermione, his eyes travelling from her head to her toes and up again. "I've been noticing you since our first year. Remember when you got drawn points just because you were answering too many questions in one of Snape's classes?" He seemed to be visualizing the image. "Ah, the look upon your innocent little face! Merlin, you're still hot when you're mad." He grinned and stroke her cheek.
"What do you want?" Hermione asked as she pushed away his cold hand, feeling uncomfortable standing next to someone she barely knew that spoke of her as 'hot'. Hermione Granger had never been hot, just boring and intellectual.
Ginny walked towards her and put an arm around her waist, "You know what Hermione, he's so right," She bit her lip, knowing Hermione would notice the small gesture. "You are hot when you're mad." She traced Hermione's collar bone with her finger. Her light touch gave her goosebumps all down her back.
Blaise smirked as he saw Ginny touch her. "My oh my, naughty Gryffindors happen to be my favourite sandwich..." He said, sounding confident that he would have the both of them in bed. Hermione didn't quite know what to do, she felt very watched and bothered where she stood, the two beautiful sinners closing in on her like moths to the light. "Let's move our gorgeous arses somewhere more comfortable, shall we ladies?" Blaise said, making it sound so natural.
"Let's..." Ginny agreed and kissed Hermione. Hermione had no idea why she didn't do anything, she couldn't control her body the slightest, it was even walking on it's own will.
"Bloody hormones..." She muttered, appearantly none of the other two heard her, because they were too busy groping each other; and Hermione. Her head was spinning, she had no idea what to do and she didn't even know if she hated the thought of being with the two of them. "Now, wait just one bloody minute the two of you!" She shouted, trying to get in control of the situation. Her recent thoughts had alarmed her. Ginny gave her a pleading look, her big puppy eyes were too much sometimes. "Don't!" Hermione squeaked. "Is this normal to you?" She asked hopelessly.
Ginny and Blaise looked at each other, and even though they weren't the best of friends, they seemed to duplicate each others movements. "Yes." They said in unison, grabbing one of Hermione's hands each.
"Release me," Hermione broke out of Blaise's grip and took her wand, giving them both a threatening glare. "Come with me, Ginny. And you," She stepped closer to Blaise, her wand touching his chest. "Don't you come anywhere near me nor Ginny again, because your bloody reputation wont be involving the two of us, Zabini. And take a cold shower." Hermione said with a snort, pointing her wand at his pants, which were abnormally tight at the moment.
He grabbed her shoulder as she turned, "Care to join me?" He suggested, a mocking smirk upon his lips.
Hermione just kept walking, pulling Ginny along with her. She couldn't believe what had just happened, she had never been exposed to such behaviour in her entire life. Harry was rather pushy at times, but never like that! And he actually knew her and once he had a relationship with her, which was much more than she could say for Blaise Zabini, 'Slytherin Sex God' as they referred to him.
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They entered the Gryffindor common room and the only sound for a while was the crackling within the warm fireplace. Hermione gazed into the fire, wondering where her life had taken this drastic turn into drama and lust.
"Don't be angry, luv, you better believe that you're gorgeous, 'cause I'm not very able to keep my hands off of you," Ginny closed up from behind her, her right hand slipped into Hermione's blouse and cupped her breast. "See?"
Hermione ran her hand through her bushy hair and sighed, her forehead all sweaty from all the thoughts swirling through her busy brain. "You're too much, Ginny, I'll never be happy with you if I cant have all of you." She turned to face her lover. Her expression was sad.
The redhead's mouth soon turned into a mischevious grin, "Oh, but Hermione," She said seductivly. "You can have all of me; right here, right now." Ginny gracefully draped herself over the red fluffy couch and pulled up her skirt just a few inches to expose her lovely thies. Hermione felt a lump in her throat.
"Why do you have to be like this," Hermione whispered as she slowly sat herself on the end of the couch, her eyes never leaving Ginny's body. "So smooth and..." Hermione felt her way up her thie, savouring every piece of Ginny. "I love you, I can't be without you, but you're putting me through torture!" Hermione said through gritted teeth as she clawed at Ginny's stomach. Her fury was her passion, she wanted to fuck Ginny so hard that she would forget about everyone else; she would only remember Hermione Granger.
A moan escaped Ginny's lips as she circled her tongue around her nipple, cautiously biting the hard little knob. As she heard her moan, she began kissing her way up to her rosy lips. "Snog me senseless." Ginny muttered, short of breath.
"Less talking, wouldn't want to ruin it this time too, would you?" Hermione looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of regret for acting like she had, but she couldn't see it.
Ginny eyed her confused, "Why did you stop?" She asked.
Hermione didn't say a word, she just plunged into a passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. The taste of Ginny was like it always had been; like vanilla. Hermione loved her taste and now longed for other parts of her, not only her lively tongue and lucious lips.
Unable to stop herself; Hermione kissed a wet trail across her upper body, she wanted to explore everything; lick it, caress it, feel it. Her hands were kneading the soft mounds and her tongue slid over the hard nipples as flighty as a butterfly, because she still couldn't decide what she wanted to taste first. Which spots she wanted to caress and which she simply wanted to devour.
Hermione gasped, surprised at the sudden pleasure impaling her. She opened her eyes and saw her lover grinning at her, her hand buried between their now moist bodies. She was rolled over, lying beneath Ginny, begging her for a deeper touch, bucking her hips up and rubbing herself against the soft skin on her lover's body. Every ounce of control left the moment she touched her, and that was not how she wanted it to be, but how it always would be.
Ginny pushed two fingers inside of her, her thumb found the throbbing sensitive spot and she started to massage it. Hermione moaned in pleasure, whispering Ginny's name and cursing like she'd never done before. Her body seemed to react to every contact that occured between their bodies, and when Ginny kissed her way down her stomach, licking the insides of her thies at the same time as she was pleasing her, she climaxed. The surge of warmth made her scream out loud, her body writhing. Ginny was staring at her, lost in lust.
Her hot breath was burning on Hermione's skin, and Hermione didn't hesitate a second to roll them over, now she was incharge. She took her time to take in the view; her copper curls framing her elegant yet childish face, her emerald eyes fluttering shut as she touched her and her body wriggling, begging her lover to give her what she wanted. Every curve excited Hermione, she ran her hands down from Ginny's shoulders and all the way down to her hips. She had beautiful hips, not too small and not too big. Just perfect. She was fascinating, it must be impossible to resist her for those who try. Hermione wouldn't know though, she had never managed to even give it a try before she was under her spell again.
Fingernails dug into her skin and Hermione let out a groan. They dug even deeper into her as she wandered lower, Ginny's body bucking up to her. The redhead's legs were parting further in anticipation. Her name was urging from her lips, and at this, Hermione let her tongue circle the bundle of nerves and make Ginny's hips tremble. Briefly she lost her control, and had to take a hold of Ginny's hip bone to stabilize herself and her counterpart. Ginny grasped the sofa, her face twisted in pleasure. As Hermione watched her, she immediatly felt her arousal return and her infatuation with her friend and lover was growing and filling all of her with an un-bearable lust. The feeling seemed to be almost animal like, something primal and pure.
"If I was going to define you as a being," Hermione whispered, her voice vibrating on her lovers sensitive spot. "I would say you were a sexual creature all the way through," Hermione continued, lifting her head a little to see the longing on her face. Ginny groaned, but she was listening. "So delicate - who wouldn't want to fuck you? Your smell, your taste and your alluring personality; it's all so bloody sexual, Ginny," Ginny was just looking at her now, probably miserable because she had stopped what she was doing. "I love you." Hermione said sincerely and bent her head down again, nibbled her softly and heard her moan.
"Don't stop, Hermione!" Ginny cried out. Hermione felt her more rapid movements and the throbbing of the pearl her lips were pursed around. "I love you so much." She said, strangling a cry of pleasure as she did so.
Hermione smiled to herself, picking up the pace. She flicked her tongue over her clit, but knowing she was about to peak, she took it slowly after a while to tease a little.
Without any warning, they heard the floor creak; someone was in the room. The portrait hadn't opened and all the Gryffindors were at the feast as far as they knew, so this was an unexpected visitor to say the least.
Hermione immediatly sat up and covered herself with her blouse. She couldn't see anyone, but she swore she had heard someone by the stairs.
"Thought I'd just join the feast after the two of you got me all worked up, did ya?" A low voice muttered, and sure enough, Blaise Zabini walked down the staircase. He had a huge smirk on his face, obviously he'd been having a good time watching them. "No, no, I think I wanna join your party instead. If you don't mind that is?" He kept taking slow steps towards the two naked girls sitting on the couch.
Ginny stared at Hermione. She was flushed and obviously frustrated as she was just about to climax.
"Well, if your answer is yes, I think the feast is going to end before we finish up, so we better go somewhere more... private. But first," He grinned, watching Ginny with much interest. "I think we should get to know each other." He seemed to have a hard time taking his eyes off of Ginny, she hadn't changed her position the slightest, and was still lying very exposed to those around. Hermione saw the little spark in her emerald eyes ignite and follow Blaise's movements as he closed in on them. But soon Blaise found something else that had earned his attention; he saw Hermione hiding herself, confused from these drastic turn of events. He bent down and placed his hands on her knees, prying them apart so that he could come closer to her and ensure her of her safety. He could sense her nervousness, but he could also see the silent wanting that lay behind the hazel brown eyes. He never took his gaze away from hers, he let her stare him down and feel his thoughts. He was so sure she could see his mind, her eyes were piercing straight through him, making him want to confess every sin he had done in his entire life. And according to the bible, that would be a couple o' thousands...
Curious fingers peeled away the blouse she was holding up and made contact with her naked flesh. The cold hands were so un-familiar, but she didn't hate it. Blaise was biting lightly on her thies while he caressed her breasts. An odd sensation was floating through her, making her feet into jelly and her heart beat furiously as he lifted his gaze and looked at her again, probably searching for some sort of reaction. Hermione looked away, and accidentally, she happened to look down his torso and further. There was no mistaking in that he was truly beautiful; not like any boy she had ever seen before.
Blaise grinned when Hermione automatically started unbuttoning his shirt, her short nails digging themselves just a little into Blaise's pale flesh, making him gasp. Her dry hands were like silk on his skin and the knowledge of how to entice a man was appearantly imprinted in the tips of her long fingers.
Hermione felt a hot breath lure it's way down her neck and realized Ginny was talking, "I love you, Hermione." Ginny was purring in her ear, having wrapped herself around her from behind. 'It's almost like pain...' She thought as the two carried on touching her.
Hermione moaned and closed her eyes, slowly drifting into paradise. It made her crazy to feel the two of them entwined in her, so she closed her eyes and let herself be seduced by the two beautiful sinners.
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Well, I dunno if that went so well, you'll have to decide that. Gosh, I feel all embarrassed right now, as you see I'm trying to make excuses for my lacking knowledge on how to write a M rated scene here... I hope you'll R&R though, the next chapter will be better, I promise...
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