The Family Jewels

Chapter 11
The Bet

Draco and Blaise walked up to the Head Dorms together, just taking it in their stride that almost all of the female students above third year couldn’t help but watch them. Only one witch was on their minds today.

“Happy Birthday Viscount Malfoy,” the portrait of Julia greeted Draco.

Draco smiled at her, but before he muttered the password, the look on Blaise’s face stopped him. “Checkmate,” he said aloud.

“Now was that so hard?” Blaise asked.

“Why do I feel like the balance of power has shifted on its axis?” Draco asked with a faint smile as he climbed into the head common room.

“Please don’t kid yourself Draco, there has been no change. You are now merely aware of it,” Blaise said with a condescending smile as he followed.

“Wanker,” Draco accused, fondly.

They fell silent when they saw that Hermione was sitting on a couch in the common room, her Potions book open on her lap. She looked up, but Draco noticed that her eyes flew to Blaise and that she wouldn’t look at him. “Should I give you two a minute alone?” Blaise asked.

“No, you should stay. This concerns you as much as it does us,” Draco said. He sat on the couch next to her, but not too close.

“I was a bloody prat this morning, and I am so incredibly sorry, love. Please forgive me,” Draco said. She looked up into his stormy grey eyes, and was drawn in by the sincerity of his gaze. She nodded and was rewarded by a truly dazzling smile. “I will probably say and do other stupid things in the future, but we love each other. Please promise me that we will try to work out any problems we have together.”

He held his hand out, and she quietly put hers into it. He raised it to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the palm. “I know we have more to talk about, but maybe we can talk tonight after the Head Meeting?” Draco asked. “I have Quidditch practice in fifteen minutes.”

Hermione allowed herself to be drawn into his embrace. He hugged her tightly, and then bounced off the couch and up the stairs. “After all, we are playing the pathetic team that your house put together this year in less than a week and a half.”

“Hey,” she started, offended. “That ‘pathetic’ team will mop up the pitch with you, once again.”

“Care to make a small wager on the match?” Blaise asked with an enigmatic smile.

“Never bet with Zabini, love,” Draco warned. “Sure fire road to disaster.”

“Draco, Hermione is an intelligent, responsible young woman, she can make her own decisions,” Blaise smiled charmingly at her. “So what do you think, cara, just a small wager among friends?”

Hermione indistinctly heard a bark of laughter from Draco’s room, but she also made only very careful wagers. Harry had never lost the snitch to Draco, and she had felt the elation coming off of her team after practice. “What sort of wager?”

“He’s got you now, love,” Draco said, coming down the stairs in his Quidditch leathers. Hermione’s voice was lost for a minute for he was a sight to behold. He had tied his hair back with a leather tie, and the green and silver uniform fit as if it had been made for him by the finest tailors. ‘Which it probably was,’ she thought to herself.

Draco dropped a hard kiss from his beautiful mouth onto hers, “Goodbye love. Remember what I said. Blaise,” he inclined his head. And then he was gone in a swirl of his cloak.

Blaise sat in the seat recently vacated by Draco, but he sat very close to Hermione, putting an arm around her and bringing her head to rest in the hollow of his shoulder. “Well, if Slytherin wins, you will wear something I will give you at all times, never taking it off. And if Gryffindor wins, what would you like, cara?”

“If Gryffindor wins, you and Draco will tell Harry that he is the best Seeker this school has ever seen,” Hermione said with a defiant look in her eyes.

“I can’t speak for Draco, but I have to tell you, he will never do that.” Blaise began kissing the side of her throat.

“Leave Draco up to me,” she said, more confidently than she felt.

“So it is a bet, then?” Blaise asked, holding out his hand.

“You’re on Zabini,” she said, taking his hand, and then pulling him closer to kiss his mouth. They kissed for several minutes, and then Blaise pulled back.

“Can I take you up to your bedroom?” he asked, his eyes darkened by desire.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Hermione said, already standing and holding her hand out to him.

They walked up the stairs to her room, but Blaise paused in the doorway. “The last time I was in here, I almost certain this moment would never come.”

“Perhaps you’re wrong about Slytherin winning, too,” she teased.

He raised his eyebrows, “That is a chance I am willing to take.”

He closed the door behind him and locked it. The mood changed inexplicably, and he kissed the back of her hand, “Let me love you Hermione.”

She drifted closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her gently, making no attempt to invade her mouth with his tongue. Finally, she grew impatient, her hands sliding up to hold his head closer to her and seeking out his lips with her tongue. He opened them gladly, drawing her tongue into his mouth and letting her have her way with him. She realized that he was letting her feel her power over him, but she reveled in it nonetheless.

She pulled his green and sliver striped tie loose, then dropped it on the floor. She backed him one step closer to the bed, then attacked the buttons on his shirt. He kissed the side of her face down to her ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth, then blowing a breath of hot air into her ear. She shuddered, and ripped his shirt open, sending the last couple of buttons pinging onto the floor.

She pushed it off his shoulders and it pooled around his feet. Hermione’s hands came up to caress the bronze god that was Blaise Zabini. ‘It’s just wrong for any male to be this beautiful,’ she thought, smiling secretly to herself, ‘and he’s mine.’ Her hands moved to his belt, but she felt his hands cover hers and she looked up enquiringly. “You seem overdressed for this occasion, cara,” he informed her, pushing her robe off her shoulders. Her tie followed, and then his nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons of her shirt. He bent his head to caress her collarbone with his lips, sliding her arms out of her shirt. He knelt in front of her, his mouth at eye level with her breasts. Blaise cupped her breasts in his palms, stroking his thumbs across the nipples.

He released the clasp of her bra, and he drew one peaked nipple into his mouth. She swayed slightly on her feet, and Blaise’s strong arms moved around her waist to hold her closer to his body. “Sei così bella, cara,” he breathed against her flesh. “Ti voglio così tanto.”

He unbuttoned her skirt and moved it off her thighs, bending his head to lick and kiss down her stomach to her knickers. He looked up at her and asked, “Can we lie down Hermione?”

She backed up and lay down on the bed, toeing off her shoes and pulling off her socks as she did so. Blaise turned from her for a moment to take his own shoes and socks off, when she said, “You have a tattoo.” For a minute she was angry that something marred the perfection of his skin.

“Yes I do,” he said matter-of-factly, turning back to her, his hands going to the waist of his pants. He unbuttoned and lowered them, leaving him clad only in green silk boxers. He moved to join her on the bed, kissing her mouth, one of his hands caressing the top of her thigh.

“What does it say?”

“È sempre quei calmi,” Blaise said slowly. “It means it’s always the quiet ones.”

“You are not so quiet Blaise,” Hermione said.

“Perhaps around you, cara, but you are special,” leaving her to ponder the layers of meaning hidden in his words.

Hermione’s hand drifted down to touch Blaise’s cock through his boxers. She felt it was growing under fingers. “I think you’re pretty special too, Blaise,” she told him seriously, “I have never known anyone so loyal to their friends.”

“Perhaps the others you know do not choose their friends as carefully as I do then,” Blaise told her as he kissed her neck, his fingers starting to play with her pussy through her knickers. He stroked one long finger from her belly button, past her clit, and down to her slit. He paused at her silk covered entrance and rubbed the material, pushing inside a little. “Take them off Blaise,” was all Hermione said. “I want to feel you.”

“My thoughts exactly, bella.”

He pulled the scrap of silk and lace down her legs, pausing to bring it to his nose and inhaling deeply. He tossed the knickers to the floor, but paused when Hermione said, “I told you to take them off. I want to feel you.” His lips twisted into a quick smile as he slowly lowered his boxers and kicked them off his feet. Her hands came up to his shoulders to pull him onto his back on the bed, and though she pulled with all her strength, she couldn’t move him. He quirked a brow at her, “If you would like me to move, all you need to do is ask.”

“Please lie down, I also want to see you,” she requested, slightly tongue in cheek.

He flipped himself onto his back, pulling her over his body so that her breasts hung down and he attacked her nipples with his mouth. She moved so that his cock came into contact with her sex, rubbing herself against him. She gave him a small smile as she continued her backward descent down his body, kissing and licking his nipples, then moving lower to explore the hollows next to his hipbones. His cock was fully erect now, and as she wrapped her small fingers around it, she cast him a worried glance. “I told you to have courage, Hermione, I won’t hurt you.”

The tip of his cock was leaking a clear fluid and she stretched her tongue out to taste him. He moaned audibly at the contact, and Hermione took that as encouragement. She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking gently. He took one of her hands and guided it to the base of his cock and she began to slide it up and down his cock while she began to suck harder, swirling her tongue around the head. He thrashed against the pillows a little, fighting for control. “I like that very much, cara, but I want to be inside you when I come.”

She reluctantly let Blaise’s cock slide from between her lips, and his hands helped her move up to straddle his body, positioning herself over his cock. She leaned forward, putting her weight on her elbows as he reached down to slide his cock against the lips of her pussy. He eased the head into her, holding her steady at the waist until she was fully impaled. She tried to move into more of a sitting position, but he stopped her saying, “It will be easier for you if don’t try to ride me too hard today. Just move on me.”

She began to rock on him, almost tentatively at first, then with more confidence as she saw the grimace almost of pain on his face. She had seen that look before, and the glazed look of his azure blue eyes. He let her control their lovemaking for some time, and then he rolled them so that she was on her back, without breaking the union of their bodies. He started a steady rhythm, kissing her neck as he moved his cock in and out of her. She was very close, so she wrapped her legs around his waist in an effort to keep him to this rhythm. She narrowed her world to this man, the feelings she had for him, the way he was moving inside her, and fell into climax. Blaise heard those guttural sounds of pleasure again, and thought it was the most beautiful noise in the world. He moved throughout her climax, and then began to thrust into her harder and faster to join her.

Blaise called her name as he came, smiling a beautiful smile at her. He looked down to find an equally angelic smile on her face, and knew that this smile was the one he had been waiting for.

Sei così bella - You’re so beautiful.
Ti voglio così tanto – I want you so much.
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A/N –If you are enjoying anything about the story or have any constructive criticism, I would appreciate hearing it. This is my first story, and I will try to incorporate any suggestions into the remaining chapters.

Credit goes to Inell for Blaise’s tattoo. She graciously has permitted me to use it. “The more the merrier,” were her words to be exact.

Kazfeist – I think that Italians are extremely generous, as lovers and just as people. In general, though, boys share their toys badly. No matter what nationality they are.