I didn't post yesterday! So sorry! It was just a lot going on, plus if I would have, it would have been like a drabble and I don't like my chapters being shorter than a thousand words when it could be more. So my bad y'all. Just a little bit of Romione/Blashida fluffiness before it gets too angsty and serious.
And I also kinda low key shouted out my bff in here as we'll. He doesn't read HP, but I'm sure he would appreciate it lol
On with the fic :)
Chapter 26: Strong Arms, Strong Hearts
The days leading up to Valentine's Day had the friends somewhat on edge.
Hermione had taken to not even wanting to speak on the Pansy/Harry situation at all anymore. She had seen that Pansy was set in her decision, and not amount of convincing was going to do anything about it. Still, she felt that things needed to be done right, or they would lose each other completely.
She could tell that both of them did indeed care for each other, no matter how much Pansy didn't want to admit it.
"Do you think we should say something to Harry?" asked Hermione, two nights before the big day as she laid in Ron's bed, facing him.
"I've thought of that." answered Ron as he gently traced his finger back and forth on Hermione's cheek. "But really, it wouldn't stop anything, and also, it would cause an even greater argument."
"But they are going to hurt themselves." said Hermione with a concerned look on her face.
"They brought it upon themselves. Harry, with going along with the bet, and Pansy for keeping with the plan that she made. It's sad really that she wants to continue it. Harry actually wants to stay in a relationship with her "
Hermione lifted her head up. "What did you say?"
"Yeah. He said that he cares for her and wants to be with her." said Ron.
"Oh my goodness!" said Hermione, sitting up. "I need to go tell her!"
"No, don't leave!" said Ron, grabbing her arm.
"Well she needs to know!"
"Of course, but can it wait until later?"
"But why can't I just go tell her right now?"
"Because we haven't spent any proper time with each other by ourselves lately and I'm enjoying laying here with you." said Ron, giving Hermione a pitiful look.
Hermione couldn't help but melt at her boyfriend's words. "Awh, Ron. That's so sweet." she said, blushing.
"It's true." said Ron. "We've been caught up with our mates and their problems so much lately that we haven't spent any time just being together. And call me a sappy git, it I wanna keep cuddling."
Ron poked out his lip as if he were a child. Hermione laughed and laid back down beside him. She nuzzled into him as he curved his strong arm around her.
"I can tell her later, can't I? You're right, we haven't had much time with it being just us." she said, as she planted sweet kisses on Ron's cheek.
"I'm glad that we are together." said Ron, enjoying Hermione's kisses. "I'm just sorry it took a silly bet to do it. And also that we didn't get together sooner. Imagine what I could have avoided if we did get together when I wanted to ask you out"
"What would have been avoided?" asked Hermione.
"Lavender Brown for starters. That squid." said Ron, cringing at the memory of his short but annoying 6th year relationship.
"That was rather painful to watch." giggled Hermione. "You looked like you suffered."
"She sucked on me like a dementor."
"Sucked on you?" asked Hermione with a disturbed look on her face.
Ron chuckled. "My lips, Mione. I would never risk reproduction with that slag."
"So you never had sex?" asked Hermione.
"No, never...what you thought I did?"
"Well both Lavender and Hannah Abbott said that you were quite the accomplished lover."
It was Ron's turn to look disturbed.
"I only went out with Hannah for a month in 4th year and I wasn't attracted to her like that. Same with Lav. They're fucking liars."
"Language, Ronald."
"Sorry, but that really pisses me off. I can't believe they lied on me like that." said Ron, his mood quickly going bad.
Hermione climbed on top of Ron, laying on his body. Without hesitation, Ron wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her curvy frame in place.
"Don't worry about them." said Hermione, resting her arms on Ron's chest and her head on her fists. "They're in the past. They don't matter. You have me now."
"Finally." said Ron smiling his smile that seemed only reserved for her. The one that made the butterflies in Hermione's stomach dance with delight. He moved Hermione up close to his face and captured her lips with his.
Meanwhile in Slytherin dungeons, Rashida was being pampered by Blaise's strong but gentle hands massaging her back. Blaise had never done this for anyone before, and he was amazed that his steady hands moving over Rashida's caramel colored skin that smelled of jasmine felt more intimate and erotic than actual sex.
Rashida was a very intoxicating person to him. He had been slowly fallen under her spell since the day he first seen her. Her hair, her eyes, her lips, her smile, her voice, the way her dimple in her left cheek, the curves of her body, her mannerisms, the way she seemed to command him. All of it made Blaise feel like he could easily lose himself with her.
And now that he really had her, he found himself not ever wanting to let her go.
He smiled as he bent down and gently planted kisses up Rashida's spine. He didn't know what had compelled him to do so, only that he felt as if he needed to. Her back was beautiful.
Rashida opened her eyes and grinned. "Zabini, what do you think you are doing?" she asked.
"Just making you feel good." he answered, as his kisses led up to her cheek as she turned her head.
'You wouldn't be trying to slide into my panties now, would you?" she asked playfully.
Blaise shook his head, giving an honest no. "Not now."
"So why did you do that?"
"Because your back is lovely." answered Blaise, again truthfully.
Rashida blushed. "I always knew under that tough ladies man exterior, there was a mushy interior."
"Shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you." teased Blaise.
"And how do you plan to achieve that?"
Blaise leaned over and planted a big kiss right on Rashida's lips, causing her to laugh.
"I walked right into that didn't I?" she asked.
"Yes you really did." said Blaise, zipping the back of Rashida's shirt back up.
"Sneaky Slytherin."
"Gullible Gryffindor."
"So, what are you going to do for me for Valentine's Day?" asked Rashida, raising up, causing Blaise to move off of her and lay back on the bed.
"Me. Naked with a big red bow." said Blaise, holding his arms out. Rashida laughed as she laid back against his right arm.
"I don't think that would bode well with what I want to do with you on Valentine's Day."
"Well what did you want to do? We can do whatever you like."
Rashida suddenly became nervous as she massaged Blaise's scalp with her fingers, something he found very relaxing.
"Well, my parents are coming to speak with Dumbledore about me taking my N.E.W.T.S. back in Africa, and I would like for you to meet them." said Rashida in a timid voice.
Blaise sat up as straight as he could with his other arm trapped under his girlfriend. "Me? Meet your parents?"
"Why not? I've met your mamma and nonna. Don't you want to meet my family?" asked Rashida, defensively.
"I wasn't saying that I didn't want to, babe. It just caught me by surprise that you would want me to." said Blaise truthfully. He really didn't think that he was taken seriously enough to meet her parents. Though it did make him nervous, he couldn't help but feel special.
"Well, we are together. My parents would be interested in meeting who I'm involved with." said Rashida, smiling.
"Of course. Well, I'll be happy to meet them then."
"Really?" said Rashida, giddy. "Oh you'll love my dad, he is hilarious, and my mom is one of the sweetest people besides your nonna that I have ever known. They will love you."
Blaise couldn't help but beam at Rashida's enthusiasm. Another thing that was new to him when it came to females is that he actually enjoyed making her happy and seeing her smile as a result of something he had said or done. It made him feel like he accomplished something.
He got lost in thought as he found himself staring at her. It was scary how much and how quickly that the witch in front of him that he had only known for months had reformed him as if it were nothing to it. It was even more scary how much he liked his reformed self a lot better than the old him.
"Is there a reason why your eyes are burning a hole into my soul?" asked Rashida, playfully.
"Just thinking." he said, picking up in of her silky yarn wrapped dreadlocks and running his fingers over it.
"What's on your mind?"
"You're pretty." said Blaise.
Rashida blushed. "You're pretty too."
"I'm a bloke. I'm not meant to be pretty." laughed Blaise.
"Awh what's the matter? You don't want to be my Prettyboy?" said Rashida, poking his cheek flirtatiously.
"I want to be your everything eventually." said Blaise, not realizing what had slipped out his mouth until he heard it himself.
The statement took Rashida aback a couple of seconds, but she recovered and kissed him sweetly on the lips.
"Maybe someday you will be. You never know." she said with a wink.
