A/N: So here it is, the most anticipated chapter in this story to date! I was quite surprised to see that a few of you have taken a preferred liking to Blaise. Perhaps this chapter will change you mind, or otherwise re-enforce it? LMK! I could have gone two ways with this chapter, the original draft unfolded differently but I was not happy with it and felt that the timing was right for what happens here. NOTE: M classification stepping up to the plate.
Can divulge details of original draft if you're interested. :p
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Blaise maintained his cool, unlike Hermione, who was about to jump out of her skin, especially since she had the knowledge of what had transpired in Malfoy's room. She tried to untangle herself from Blaise's hold, dropping her hands down to her sides, yet, he maintained his grip on her waist, keeping her close.
"Draco, it's not your concern," Blaise stated firmly. Hermione was whimpering, as she turned her head away from Draco. She could not explain her reaction but it was certainly contrary to her usual hot headed ability to take a stand.
"Oh, you have no idea," Draco growled with derision.
She felt Blaise squeeze her waist reassuringly before letting go. He walked over and stood in front of Malfoy, blocking Hermione from view.
"How could you?" Draco spat.
"It just sort of happened, okay? You pretty much walked in on it. That's all," he tried to reason. Draco was glaring at his housemate before pushing him aside with an angered force that left Blaise shoved against a desk, as he came face to face with Hermione.
"You lied, Granger," he thundered, his eyes ripping through hers, shocking her system, as if a flame had just been ignited.
"It's none of you damn business, Malfoy," she yelled back as she walked over to check on Blaise. "Blaise are you okay?" she asked
"Blaise!" he repeated acerbically, as if it cut him every time she referred to his supposed best friend. "Granger, you are doing this on purpose!"
"Doing what on purpose?" she shouted, riled by his notions.
"Trying to ruin the order of things," he retorted, as if it were blatantly obvious.
"What!" Blaise and Hermione exclaimed in unison.
"Draco, what are you on about?" Blaise demanded. He glanced at Hermione.
"I knew something was up when you quit the challenge. Damn it Blaise, of all people, why did it have to be her!" he barked, sending her a scathing glare. It was as if he was struggling to come to grips with something.
"What's that supposed to mean!" Hermione had reach the pinnacle of her frustration. She shoved Malfoy squarely in the chest with all the force she could fathom. He did not retaliate, but merely sent her a sly smile.
"It means, Granger," he came forward, as if stepping up to the plate to deliver, "that you shouldn't lead people on."
She pushed him again, he stomach churning with nausea at the unfolding events before her.
"Eager for another touch, Granger?" he asked condescendingly.
"Hermione, what is he talking about?" Blaise furrowed his brow with uncertainty.
"Yes, Granger, what am I talking about?" Draco was purposely leading her into muddy waters.
"This is entirely your fault, Malfoy!" she shouted back. He had known about Blaise's interest in her all along, and was doing everything in his power to sabotage it.
"Hermione?" She finally turned to face Blaise, staring at him with pleading eyes.
"I don't know how to explain it…and it's not just my fault…but since I took the potion, there have been incidents." She glared back at Malfoy.
"Well, I knew that much." Blaise replied.
"I mean, other than those between you and me," she tried to hint. Malfoy scoffed. Hermione pulled out her wand and cast a silencing charm on the head boy. It was the first time she had ever hit him with magic. The outrage in his face was priceless, his silver eyes filling with a wrath that was solely concentrated on her.
"Uhm, a couple of times, I have found myself…in situations with Malfoy that are really out of character. Uhm, it's not like we've kissed or anything…"
"What?" Blaise suddenly bellowed, understanding the picture. He walked over to Malfoy.
"What is she talking about, Draco?" he bit out. Malfoy glared back, standing tall to accommodate his incapacity for speech. "Hermione, can you reverse the spell?" Blaise sighed, rubbing his forehead. She obliged. "You're out of control, Draco," he stated bluntly. Hermione could see the tension between them.
"Don't you get it Blaise, if she's letting me do things to her, what makes you think anything going on with you two is genuine?" Draco spat.
"What exactly have you done?" Blaise shouted. The whole situation was beyond comprehension.
"Marked her…like property," Draco taunted. Hermione missed the beat where Blaise's fist connected with Draco's jaw, as she was too distracted by his use of words which left her blood rushing to her cheeks, and her heart thumping against her ear drums. She was so embarrassed at the way she had just been objectified, and yet, she was so…strangely aroused by his words. It was extremely disturbing.
Shaking his fist in pain, Blaise turned to face her. "Is it true Hermione?" She nodded slightly, not really sure whether he was asking for affirmation of what Malfoy had just said, or whether she had no idea if her emotions toward him were legitimate. He sighed and turned back to face Malfoy.
"You really know how to fuck everything up, Draco. You're on your own." He walked out, slamming the classroom door behind him, without even looking at Hermione. She felt tears of shame and regret.
Hermione now stood alone in an empty classroom, with Malfoy, when only minutes ago she had been in there with Blaise. He was rubbing his jaw, shooting her death stares.
"Malfoy, you are a royal fuck up," Hermione screamed. "What do want from me?"
"I don't want you with Blaise," he merely affirmed, a surly satisfaction apparent on his face as he straightened his robes.
"And you think you have the right to make such a decision?" she bit out sharply.
He stood up and walked over to the door. Hermione locked it just in time, her trusted spell coming in handy once again.
"Granger!" he growled.
"No Malfoy, I want an answer. You embarrassed me in front of Blaise!"
Malfoy hit his hand against the door hard, causing Hermione to jump. His hair was tousled across his face, his eyes almost shielded.
"That is just how it is, Granger. Let me the fuck out!"
Hermione sat down on a nearby desk, crossing her arms in an act of authority. "No."
Malfoy stood, while Hermione sat, in thick silence. Her eyebrow arched expectantly as she awaited her answer. He just shrugged and leaned back against the wall, twiddling with his wand. He was shooting sparks, flicking the lights on and off. It was utterly childish, and yet Hermione let him, feigning indifference at the whole affair.
The clock in the room ticked over to the next hour, giving them both a fright as they looked up at the source of incessant chiming. Huffing, Hermione kicked at the air, letting her legs dangle aimlessly as her hands fell down to grasp the desk at her sides. Malfoy was playing the mute card.
Decidedly, Hermione grabbed her wand and transfigured a chair into a beloved Gryffindor red bean bag, before pushing herself off the desk and landing squarely in its centre. She sighed in comfort, burying herself into it more. She could feel Malfoy's eyes on her and looked up at him with satisfaction, affirming her ability to stay locked in here for as long is it took. She pulled out a book from her nearby bag and settled in with it open in her lap.
Malfoy growled in dissatisfaction.
"Fine!" he thundered. Hermione rested her book on her lap and looked up.
"Fine, what?" she asked innocently.
"Granger, since you already know so much, like the typical nosy bookworm that you are, it's not Blaise, it's you."
"I already figured that much out, Malfoy!" she replied hotly.
"Shut up and listen, Granger," he warned. "It's for your own good. You shouldn't mix with anyone else who has taken the potion."
Hermione frowned at his somewhat considerate remark. "Care to elaborate?"
"No, I don't care to elaborate, Granger," he fired.
"And, why not?" she retorted, shutting her book threateningly.
He was suddenly eyeing her warily.
"Malfoy!" She didn't want to play games any more, or be left to work it out for herself.
"Granger, there is a particular ingredient in the potion that has several rather unique and also very unstable properties," he finally spoke out, his resignation apparent. Taking a wild guess, she presumed that he was referring to Blue Blood. Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but he wouldn't have a bar of it as he shut her up with his wand. Hermione shot out of the bean bag in protest, the book tumbling to the floor.
"Now Granger, we can continue this conversation once you unlock the door." She shook her head angrily at the sudden control tactic he had employed.
"Fine, I do enjoy a little silence now and then, even if I'm stuck in here with you." He walked over and sat in her beanbag, smirking back at her. She was riled beyond belief, clenching her fists in uncontrollable rage, the tension in her head building.
Hermione began to pace up and down the room, letting her feet alternate between shuffles and forceful drags along the ground to convey her angry protest. She was lost in a stream of thoughts, and paid no head to the Head boy in the room. She failed to notice his approach. Her heart almost jumped out of her throat as she felt his arm circle around hers. Of course, her screech of surprise could only be seen on her face, not heard. "Will you stop that!" he demanded. Hermione could only glared at him in distaste as she stood, unable to move from his strong hold.
Malfoy looked back at her, blinking once…twice, each time the colour of his iris disappearing into the growing black holes.
"Malfoy?" she mouthed, "What are you –"
To say that Hermione was muted by the Head boy's lips would be a lie.
But, Malfoy was certainly kissing her. Hermione sought to retract herself in disgust, yet, a creeping and uncontrollable magnetism kept her rigidly in place as a wave of euphoria overcame her. The intensity was mind numbing as Malfoy searched her mouth and demanded access with his tongue. Hermione willingly obliged and their tongues battled in scorching need. He tasted so good, she wanted more.
Her state of being was just like the day in his room.
Multiplied by ten.
Hermione grabbed his robes and pulled him in closer as his grip on her moved down to her waist. The feeling of strands of his hair falling over her face only served to intensify her emotions as she moaned into his mouth. But, of course he could only feel the reverberation. There was nothing to stop them, no tell tale sign that she was enjoying what was happening which had previously alerted him to stop in realisation.
Hermione's desire, drowning out any sensibility, steered her to tug at Malfoy's robes, to which he let her remove as he let go of his hold one her waist, their mouths still connected desperately. They finally pulled apart, she could hear him trying to catch his breath as they lifted each other's knitted vests off and tugged at each other's ties, kissing at every free opportunity to appease their need. They hastily worked on undoing enough buttons on each other's shirts to pull them overhead. Unable to reach past Malfoy's neck, he removed the offending article as she stared wide eyed and hungry at his chiselled physique while he drank in her shirtless form. Familiarity overcame her as she reached out and confidently grazed her fingers over his chest, across his shoulders and down along his stomach, watching his reaction, knowing that it would elicit a desirable response.
He crashed his lips back on to hers, his groan running through her mouth while his hands cupped her breasts and circled around her back to undo her bra, letting it join the other articles on the cold stone floor. His cool hands made contact with her bare skin, letting his fingers trace over the unchartered territory, as he let go of her lips and kissed his way down her neck. Hermione exhaled in delight, her limbs faltering at the sensation.
Both had forgotten who they were: consumed by their reckless abandonment.
Hermione felt herself being lifted and placed onto a nearby desk, Malfoy pressed between her legs, his hand running up under her skirt to the apex of her thigh. Her parted lips were the only sign of her voiced reactions as he rubbed her inner thigh and his fingers played with the fringe of her knickers. She inhaled in anticipation and moaned silently in innocent delight as they curled under, pushing the fabric aside and touching her where she had never before been touched.
Moisture pooled.
Caught in the heat of the unfamiliar situation drew her to lean back, her hands coming away from Malfoy and gripping the sides of the table in support, her head falling back, allowing him more access as she indulged in the sensations he was inflicting on her. His hands and mouth were everywhere. Yet, she was not prepared for what came next, as he inserted his finger into her, she involuntarily tensed in surprise.
"Relax," she heard him say, his voice deep and strained. She instantly obliged as he began to draw in and out, stirring a foreign and incessantly mounting pull that she needed to release. Malfoy added another finger, increasing the friction he was causing on her, his thumb continuing to concentrate on the spot that was making her stir and her skin perspire. She had never felt anything like it. Her eyes widened even more as his mouth came down and licked her nipple, gently biting down, causing her to finally fall back on her elbows. Her lips remained parted, breath caught, at the culmination of it all and she felt her release unleash. Her eyes were clenched shut in response.
Her chest heaving, Malfoy let go of his hold on her. She finally opened her eyes and saw him staring down at her, the expression on his face completely foreign. Hermione sat up. Her gaze fell to his trousers housing a prominent bulge. With a mysterious confidence she brought her hands to his belt buckle and undid it. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants gently, not looking up at him once as he stood there, watching her with his hands at his sides.
She tugged, exposing his boxers, eyes wide at the new experience taking place as her hand touched over his arousal. She heard him groan as she ran her fingers along him over his boxers. Her self assurance building, she pulled at the waistband with her free hand and slipped the other behind the black satin, touching his flesh as her fingers wrapped around him in a gentle grip. She wondered what it would be like to have him in her. It was the first time such a thought had crossed her mind.
Recalling his motions and the friction he had created in her, she guided her hand down to the tip and then up again, repeating the motion. Malfoy leaned in closer to her, his hand grabbing hold of the desk, the other resting on her knee as she continued her ministrations on him, her confidence growing as his shortening breath gave away his response. Quickening her pace, Hermione gripped tighter, bringing her face forward so that her lips made contact with his chest as she continued. His head fell forward, his hair shielding his face, but she could feel his breath on her shoulder.
"I'm coming," he breathed, and she noticed the change as he released, his head resting on her shoulder.
Minutes passed, and the realisation of what had just transpired was dawning. They remained unmoved, fearful of the inevitable need to acknowledge it. Hermione finally brought her hands up to cover her bare chest as Malfoy moved back, and did up his trousers. She looked up at him but he would not meet her gaze.
He turned and walked away, she felt herself growing irate but as he grabbed his wand from the bean bag, and turned pointing it at her, undoing the silencing spell, she realised his intention. Yet, she didn't want to test whether he had in fact reversed it.
Hermione could see that Malfoy was torn between disbelief, disturbance and bewilderment as his fingers combed forcefully through his hair, grabbing onto strands, his focus on the back wall of the room. She pushed off the desk gently and grabbed her bra, turning her back to him as she put it on, then reaching for her shirt and quickly throwing it over her head.
She turned around and grabbed her vest, and tie. Malfoy was still half naked, his bare chest causing her distress for so many reasons.
The door was still locked. She picked up her wand and unlocked it.
Needing to retrieve her bag, Hermione walked past Malfoy, careful to avoid contact. The proximity to him stirred a strange feeling in her. Shoving her clothes in her bag, and placing it on her shoulder, she looked over at him gain, her weight shifting from one leg to the other, wondering if she should say something.
What good would it do?
She walked past him again to the door, pausing momentarily in indecision before turning the handle and stepping out without looking back.
She rushed to her room and shut herself in for the evening, thinking of Blaise, of Malfoy, of every detail of what had taken place in the classroom before finally slipping into a dramatic sleep.
A/N: Whoa! Poor Blaise. What of Malfoy? What has this potion done to them! And what of the aftermath! :p