Hermione was dreaming. In her dream she'd been flying across a clearing alone and she'd fallen. She'd landed without fear in soft pillows of grass. Blaise was leaning over her, smiling gently and stroking her hair back. She smiled back up at him, wondering why all the stars had moved,

"I love you, Blaise."

"I love you, Hermione, wake up."

She wasn't dreaming at all. At least, not any more. She was laying in her bed and Blaise crouched beside it. Candles that hadn't been there before were scattered about the room. She looked around in awe.

"Blaise?"

"Mia, I will not make love to you at school; not for your first time. It is unbefitting of a lady. However," he nuzzled her cheek with his, knuckles trailing down her side, "we go back tomorrow. With the things you do to me, mia, I believe I will go crazy there. Make no mistake, I will wait if you so choose. Would you have me?" She looked back at him with wide eyes, facts streaming and firing off at a rapid pace and nodded, lifting the blanket. He stood and unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off. Not for the first time since they'd met, she wondered if all that toned muscle was solely from Quidditch.

Blaise smiled gently back at her, kicking off his boots and climbed in, lowering the cover over himself. Then, he was leaning down over her, kissing her. She could feel his full, silky erection pressed against her thigh. Facts began to race, things she had heard and read. She reached down to grab his trousers, moving to unbutton them and he caught her hands with a growl in her mouth.

"Hermione, I wish only for you to be happy and experience. If you touch me now I will lose control. Stop factualizing and thinking. Relax, let me make love to you." She nodded and marveled at the little moan escaping her without her permission as he raked his teeth across her collar bone with a soft growl.

She didn't know how she was supposed to stop thinking but as he pulled off her nightgown and fell for his lips to ravage her skin, she forgot how to think all together. He reached one hand down and pushed her panties aside, stroking her gently. He growled, capturing her mouth again and nibbled on her lip as she arched, trembling. He commented about how wet she was and worry climbed to the top of her feverish brain,

"Is that bad?" he lifted his lips, now on her hip bones and smiled gently.

"No, mia, it means you want me." His blue eyes, a startling crystal blue that she adored, were now nearly black with lust. He had a dominant and possessive look about him, admiring her. He made sure he had eye contact before dipping down to taste her, staring the whole time. Hermione came undone. Her thighs came up but he pushed them gently back down. When she arched, he followed, swirling his tongue and lapping at her. She cried out, twisting the sheets in her fists and ripping one corner free. Stars exploded behind her eyelids as she orgasmed and he drank that too. He was driving her wild, continuing to lick and suck and she tried to scramble backwards.

With a possessive growl, Blaise dragged her back to him, sliding a finger inside her as he licked and sucked at her skin and breasts; pushed his pants off and kicked them free across the room. Her eyes went wide as he sprang free from his boxers but she couldn't speak her tiny bit of fear. Then, he was over the top of her, kissing her gently. He reached down with one hand, positioning himself and leaned down,

"You are so beautiful, bella, I love you." he whispered, kissing her again. Then, he was inside her. He moved slowly and she felt a slight pinch of pain and gasped. He took her sensitive neck in his teeth and began to gently rock, slowly.

"Oh, Blaise, please!" she wailed, hands on his shoulders. Then, she watched as Blaise Zabini lost his control. She fancied she could actually see it escape him in his blue eyes as he rammed into her. Then, all was forgotten and Blaise played her like a fiddle. Her legs wrapped around slim hips, locking at the ankle; her nails left trails in their wake down his back and he fell, pressing them together. He hissed beautiful words to her in Italian and growled and moaned and then the stars were back and she trembled as she arched and gasped, whimpering into his neck. She felt him come inside her and he collapsed, still managing to not put his full weight on her.

She spotted the pregnancy prevention potion on her nightstand, empty and didn't care; glad that he'd had the sense of mind to be the responsible one. He kissed her face all over gently as he grew soft and then slid out, pulling her against him.

"Was I-" he replied in Italian. "what?"

"The best, Bella. Amazing, I am very pleased."

"Oh." She beamed at him and curled up on his chest to fall asleep. As she went back to dreaming, she saw him lift his hand and wave it, cancelling the candle spell before falling asleep himself. She desperately hoped it wasn't a dream.

Hermione awoke and sagged in disappointment, Blaise wasn't there. Then, several things happened at once. She spotted the candles and the deep red rose in his place. She realized she was still naked as she grabbed the rose and smelled it, noticing movement behind her. She rolled over to see Blaise pulling on his trousers, giving her an excellent view of his bottom.

"Oh, Blaise! Your back! I hurt you!" she gasped, ready to cry. He had long jagged marks down his back. Blaise smiled and heaved her into his arms.

"You did not hurt me, mia, they are battle wounds, no? A badge of pride; I promise, you didn't hurt me."

"You promise?" she asked doubtfully. He nodded, kissing her forehead,

"I am more than well, Bella, good morning."

"Good morning." She purred. Then, he laughed as her eyes went wide, "morning! I have to get ready!" and she leapt out, unashamed of her body as she began to dress and pack simultaneously. "Go on, get." She ordered, "you have to get ready!"

Ginny cheered, lifting herself up from where she clung to Ron's back as he ran head first through the barrier on Platform 9 ¾ with Harry and Draco somehow in a challenging race for the win. Blaise rolled his eyes and pushed the cart ahead of him as Hermione followed, bringing up the rear with head held high and a smile on her face.

On the platform, Draco laughed as Harry told him off for somehow cheating and Ginny seemed to scale Ron a bit further, calling out to their friends. Ron looked slightly annoyed but too focused on keeping her up there and safe to point it out.

"Sisters." Blaise clucked, snickering.

"Draco!" Daphne called, a large smile on her face, waving as she approached. Draco stiffened instantly, laughter gone and Harry stood at his side, arms crossed defensively. Ginny slid down Ron's back and landed on her feet, watching carefully beside him. She spotted Blaise, "Oh, and Blaise too! Hello, Blaise!"

One of Blaise's hands went to Hermione's back, the other swept out in the representation of a bow, smirking,

"Hello, Daphne." He said, flashing a charming smile, "how were your holidays?"

"Very well, grazi!"

"Prego." He nodded. Her eyes flicked to his hand on Hermione and then to his eyes in question. As a response, Blaise urged Hermione closer. "Daphne, you remember Hermione, I'm sure."

"I do." She cooed, "hello. Draco, honestly, what's the matter?"

"Theo's dead, Daphne." Draco said bluntly. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped.

"WHAT?!"

"He betrayed me and Blaise, to the Dark Lord. Me, as a spy and dating Harry, Blaise as an accomplice and dating Granger. Because he was jealous."

"Jealous?"

"Daphne." Draco scolded gently. She nodded, eyes wide and turned,

"I'm sorry, but I can't-"

"No, we understand," Blaise said, "ciao, Daphne."

"Ciao." She squeaked before running off.

"She can't what exactly?" Ginny growled.

"Be seen with Blood Traitors." Draco replied coolly, watching her go.

"Do not be daft, or rude, Draco Malfoy." Hermione scolded sternly, picking up her bag, "you have forgotten what Blood Traitor actually means. You have to betray something or someone worth betraying." She then swept off, head held high.

"I like that one." Draco told Harry who burst out laughing and they all followed.