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A/N~ Holy Crap, I don�t even know what to say to all of you that reviewed, and reviewed you did, in huge masses. I am totally speechless, but I have decided that I am going to respond to some of you at the end of the chapter. Since all of you were begging me to get this chapter posted, I decided I would do it as soon as I could, sort of as a �Thank You� for all the magnificent reviews.

One person I have to give a huge THANKS to right now is MistressMalfoy. You are so freaking awesome, and I don�t know what I would do without your words of wisdom. You get a permanent shout-out for the rest of the story!

Now, read the chapter you all so desperately wanted and I am more than happy to provide�.

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Exams were finally over! It was Friday night and the celebration of the end of stress, anxiety attacks, all nighters, and the pressure of taking tests that lasted way too long was in full swing. The Gryffindor common room was full of loud and boisterous students, rowdy and joyful from the mixture of being free from studying and the mass consumption of smuggled in butterbeer and firewhiskey.

Hermione, being Head Girl, the embodiment of responsibility and sensibleness, would have told her housemates to keep the festivities to a dull roar and confiscated the illegal alcohol had she not been doing shots of firewhiskey with Ron and Harry while being cheered on by their friends. In short, Hermione thought that after all of the hard work everyone had done, including herself, her peers deserved to blow off some pent up steam and have some fun. It wasn�t a common characteristic of Hermione, and needless to say her friends were shocked at her abandonment of persnicketyness when she walked into the room from dinner to see them drinking and being noisy, but she wanted to give her friends and housemates a year-end party to remember, because in the back of her mind, Hermione feared it would be the last for some. Of course, before Hermione allowed the celebration continue, she sent all students Forth year and younger to bed. It wasn�t as if she couldn�t not care completely, she was, after all, still Head Girl.

A crowd of fellow 7th years applauded and hooted as the Golden Trio took their third set of shots of firewhiskey together, and Hermione could feel the amber liquid burning her throat before the sensation continued on to her stomach, causing her eyes to tear up and making her cough. Harry and Ron joined in with the cheering before they placed sloppy wet kisses on each Hermione�s warm cheeks, both of them already being totally wasted. Hermione laughed only half-heartedly.

Okay, so maybe Hermione�s drinking wasn�t celebratory like everyone else�s. She was mentally drained, and it wasn�t just from exams. It was from the haunting possibility that she could have lost Ron and Harry, the confusing stabbing in her gut when she ended her relationship with Malfoy, the depressing loneliness that wouldn�t go away, no matter how often she was surrounded by Ron and Harry, and most of all, it was from the empty void that was deep within her that she knew could only be filled by a good hard shagging from Malfoy, which in turn caused Hermione to become upset with the thought that Draco Malfoy had turned her into a depraved nymphomaniac in desperate need of his �company�.

So Hermione relied upon the one thing she hoped would numb her brain and rid it of all complex thought: firewhiskey. It had seemed to start working for a now delightedly tipsy Hermione had lessened her self-wallowing and was more aware of the fact that Ron was pouring her another shot of the alcohol.

�I can�t Ron,� she slurred slightly as he handed her the full glass, �I still have to do rounds.�

�Come on Hermione, don�t be such a stick in the mud.� Ron responded, smiling brightly.

Hermione grinned back at her friend and gulped down the shot, to which Ron and Harry cheered loudly again.

�Skive off your rounds and stay here with me and Harry, Hermione.� Ron said, his smile not wavering.

�Yeah Hermy, stay here.� Harry interjected, using the name Hagrid�s half-brother giant called her, �We still have more whiskey-fire to drink!�

Hermione glared at Harry for use of the much hated name, but she could suppress the smile that was playing on her lips.

�Really, I can�t Harry.�

�That�s our Hermione,� Ron mumbled loudly to Harry, �always letting her duties, ha-ha, �duties� get in the way of a good time.�

�Aww, come on Hermione, I don�t want you to leave. You aren�t nearly as trashed as we are. You have to catch up.� Harry added as he swayed on his feet, putting his hands on Hermione�s shoulders for support.

Hermione had to genuinely laugh this time. After she had let Harry know that she had broken it off with Malfoy, he had made it his personal agenda to be around Hermione as much as possible. Suddenly the idea of rounds hadn�t sounded too bad.

�One sweep and I�ll be back, I promise.� She told them.

The two boys smiled at Hermione simultaneously, their glassy eyes sparkling with exuberance as they agreed.

�Hermione, hey Hermione, I�ve got something to say.� Ron shouted without warning, �I love you, okay, but not like I want to marry you or anything, but like a sister, you know? I love you like Ginny, except you�re not Ginny, you�re Hermione.�

�I love you too Ron.� Hermione said brightly.

�Yeah, I love you too Hermione,� called out Harry above the roar of the rambunctious crowd, �I-whoa��

Harry had been making his way closer to Hermione, when he stumbled over an ottoman and fell on his arse, causing Hermione and Ron to laugh jovially.

�Whoa�.I just fell. Are you okay?� he asked Hermione, looking up at her bewilderedly and concerned, as though she was the one who tripped and fell, not him.

�I�m fine Harry.� She replied laughingly as she helped him up.

By the time Hermione had finally stumbled through the portrait opening, both Harry and Ron were standing on top of a table and conducting the whole room in a verse of the Hogwarts school song.

Hermione started walking the dark and empty halls haphazardly, knowing full well that all of the students were in their respective common rooms raising hell just as the Gryffindors were. Hermione was content to do something without Harry shadowing her. She loved him to death, but a girl still needed her alone time.

It was sort of an unspoken agreement between Hermione and Malfoy that they wouldn�t patrol together anymore. He took the bottom half of the castle and she took the top. Their study sessions had ended with their relationship, and she had avoided the library like the plague, choosing to study in her room or with her friends in the common room. One night when Hermione peeked into the library on a whim to see if Malfoy might be there, she saw their regular table had been claimed by a group of Ravenclaws.

The absence of their conversations was hard to accept and made Hermione withdrawn, but it made her feel just ghastly when she saw Malfoy enter the Great Hall for breakfast on Monday morning with some girl, a well known slut, attached to his arm. On Tuesday, it was a different girl, as it was on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. They were all nameless and faceless slags to Hermione, who did not miss that Malfoy was putting on a show for her more than anything. Every time he would parade past her in the halls with his flavor of the day swooning over him, he would shoot Hermione a smug smirk and raise his eyebrows, as if to say, �See how quickly I�ve moved on.� Hermione often wondered if he had been shagging them as well. It was no secret that she had a vindictive streak, and she could feel the bitterness joining the already overflowing emotions housed inside of her.

Most of Hermione�s patrol was uneventful, except for when that last shot of firewhiskey Ron had poured her had kicked in and she walked straight into one of the suits of armor that guarded the hallways, causing her to giggle uncontrollably and shush it at the same time. Thankfully, it wasn�t one of the enchanted suits, so after she regained her composure, she merely skipped, yes, skipped, down the rest of the hall.

Now on the 5th floor, Hermione was debating with herself on whether or not to end her rounds early and go back to the common room to indulge in some more firewhiskey. The fact that she was debating with herself in the first place told Hermione that her brain hadn�t shut off yet, so she unsteadily set off in the direction of Gryffindor tower, determined to stop all thoughts that required her to think for more than a minute.

As Hermione made her way down the next corridor, becoming more addled to her satisfaction, and deeply absorbed in trying to remember the words to the song she was loudly humming, she once again bumped into what she thought was another suit of armor, this time knocking her down on her arse in the same manner Harry had down earlier.

�Damn metal blokes! You lot are always in my way! Stop standing in the middle of the damned hallway!� Hermione yelled as she raised herself to her knees.

Lifting her head to glare at the offending inanimate object, Hermione muttered �Damn� as she saw not a suit of armor but an equally solid Blaise Zabini looming above her, cheerfully smirking.

�Doing patrol while intoxicated? I am deeply disappointed.� He slurred while holding his hand out to her to help her up.

�You�re one to talk Zabini; you�re more sloshed than I am.� She replied, smacking his hand away and wobbly ascending to her feet.

�Yes, but I am not the one who is talking to the suits of armor and running into them by the sound of it. If you are going to be drunk, I suggest you emulate your counterpart, abandon your rounds, and stay in your common room.�

�What are you rambling on about?� asked Hermione, who had only been barely paying attention to what Blaise was saying.

�Draco.� Blaise said irritably. �He is in our common room completely sauced. When I brought up his responsibility of patrolling, he told me his rounds could go straight to the fiery depths of hell, and so could I. Then he went into some diatribe about how he was Pureblood royalty and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted and get away with it. Then he brought you up, and said you were just a Mudblood peon who had the assumption that she could do whatever the fuck she wanted too, but she was grossly mistaken, since she doesn�t have a fraction of the power he does, and she could join me in hell. I think he was trying to make some sort of comparison between the two of you, but he wasn�t really making sense. What did you do to him to make him so surly?�

�I broke it off with him.� Hermione stated simply as she stared Blaise in his eyes, waiting for a reaction. His smile widened and his eyes seemed to glow with pride.

�I see. That explains the new slag every day, as well as his tirade, because, to tell you the truth, I was a little confused.�

When Hermione did not respond, Blaise looked at her questioningly.

�So, where are you headed?�

�Back to the tower before everyone drinks all of the firewhiskey.�

�Oh, but I have plenty of it.� He said, raising his left hand that carried a half full bottle of Ogden�s Old Firewhiskey, causing it to swish against the glass invitingly. How could she have missed that? Maybe the alcohol was working better than she thought.

�May I have it?� Hermione asked him blithely, a deceptively sweet smile gracing her face as she held her empty right hand out to him.

He chuckled softly before he answered her.

�One once condition.� he teased, �You have to share it with me. This is a 20 Galleon bottle of liquor and I am not about to just give it to you, no matter how much I think it�ll help me get into your knickers.�

Hermione�s sweet disposition faded as she glared at him, but as much as she had disliked Blaise for the past few weeks, he was offering her his companionship, and the loneliness that Hermione had been enduring seemed to lessen at the thought of drinking with him.

�Give me a sip and maybe I�ll consider it.� She demanded.

Still smiling charmingly, Blaise handed the bottle over to Hermione and raised his eyebrows in surprise when she uncorked the top and took a gulp of the liquid. This time Hermione did not sputter or cough, and instead of burning on its way down her esophagus, she felt comforting warmth spread thorough out her body. She caught some of the firewhiskey that had managed to dribble down her chin on her fingertip before it dropped to her black tank top and licked it off, unaware of the desire that flashed in Blaise�s dark eyes as he watched her.

�You�re lucky it�s good.� Hermione said, handing the bottle back to him.

He chuckled again, and took a deep swig himself, much bigger than the mouthful that Hermione swallowed, before placing the cork back into the top.

�For 20 Galleons, it better be more that �good��.

When Hermione smiled at him and said nothing, Blaise turned and started walking in the opposite direction she had been going. He jerked his head when he passed her, indicating that he wanted her to follow him.

�Where are we going?� she asked as they climbed a flight of stairs that were immobile at the moment.

�Our old haunt of course, the Room of Requirement.� He told her without looking at her.

�Okay.�

On their way to the 7th floor corridor, Hermione and Blaise remained silent, passing the bottle back and forth to each other. Hermione knew that she should have told him no and went on her merry way to her common room, back to Harry and Ron who would probably not even notice she was gone, but there was something inside her that was hoping the bleakness that Harry and Ron�s presence couldn�t quell would give way to Blaise�s company. She knew it was wrong to be going with him to the room they had sex in during their fling, but as of right now, Hermione didn�t care.

When they arrived at their destination, Hermione became extremely enthralled in the tapestry depicting Barnabas the Barmy attempting to train trolls for the ballet while Blaise sloppily paced in front of the blank wall three times, mumbling quietly. Just as Hermione was starting to take a whirl at the ballet moves Barnabas was demonstrating, Blaise called out to her as he held the now visible door open for her.

�Hey ballerina, the room is open.�

Blushing at being caught in mid-pirouette, Hermione clumsily stepped past a snickering Blaise and into the room. It was bare except for a huge cushy black sofa in the middle of the space and large wooden black tables on either side of it holding lamps giving off dim light.

Hermione sat down on the couch and looked at Blaise expectantly as he made his way over to it and sat down next to her gracefully. Damn elegant poof. He took another gulp from the open bottle before giving it to Hermione.

�So, you and Draco are over then?� he asked offhandedly.

Hermione swallowed the firewhiskey in her mouth and handed it back to Blaise.

�Not that it is any of your business, but yes.�

�Why?�

�Harry found out and he told me I had to choose between him and Ron or Malfoy.� Hermione told him, not bothering to lie. She was too drunk to come up with a better excuse.

�And you chose them.� Blaise stated before taking another drink and passing the bottle.

�Obviously.�

�You know, Draco has been quite unbearable this week.� He told her conversationally.

�How so?� Hermione was very intrigued. Perhaps he wasn�t as unconcerned about the end of their relationship as he seemed to be. She had another drink to celebrate.

�Oh, he was being extra hard on the first years, yelling at them and such. He even made a few of them cry, which actually seemed to cheer him up a bit, but only momentarily. And even though he�s had a different girl on his arm, and probably other appendages, it hasn�t appeared to satisfy him, because every time he comes in from where ever it is he fucks them, he�s sneering and even more cantankerous than he was when he left. Furthermore, even though he is talking to me again, all he says is usually insults. Not that I mind, I am used to him being a prat. We all though it was because of exams, but I suspected it was something else, and now you have just confirmed my assumption as to why he has been acting like a whoring twat.�

He looked at Hermione smugly; as though he had just solved the greatest and most difficult mystery mankind had ever known, as he grabbed the bottle from Hermione�s hand and took a huge drink. Hermione, whose perceptiveness had temporarily deserted her, was a little confused.

�And your assumption was�?�

�He wasn�t done with you and he is angry that you broke it off.� He said handing the bottle back to her, his face in shock that she didn�t figure it out on her own.

�He�ll get over it; it looks like he already has.� Hermione replied while recalling the image of him with numerous girls. She had another drink, hoping to banish the vision.

�You have a habit of doing that.�

�Doing what?� She was confused again. Damn alcohol made her about as insightful as Ron.

�Ending something before its time.�

�What are you talking about? Stop speaking in bleeding riddles.� She was getting annoyed, even more so when he snatched the firewhiskey from her.

�Do you think I wanted to stop fucking you? No, I did not. I was only getting started with you.�

Hermione harrumphed as she watched Blaise tilt the bottle to his lips.

�Yes, well, you�ll get over it too.�

�Perhaps. Why did you end it between us anyway? Potter find out about that too?�

�Merlin no.� Hermione responded. �I got what I wanted, what I felt I needed, and when I didn�t need it anymore, I discarded you. I used you.�

�Ouch. As much of a blow as that was to my ego, I wouldn�t be opposed to you using me again.�

Hermione almost choked on the firewhiskey she had in her mouth. She swallowed quickly and sputtered while she looked at Blaise through the tears that had formed in her eyes. He was wolfishly grinning at her, one eyebrow cocked higher than the other.

�Why am I not surprised?� she asked sarcastically.

�Maybe I�ll use you next time.� He declared casually.

�I�d like to see you try.� Hermione dared as she handed him the nearly empty bottle. �And who said there would be a next time?�

He drank the last of the firewhiskey in one big gulp, and sat the dry bottle next to him before answering her question.

�You can�t deny that there isn�t something between us�Hermione: the heat, the passion, the lingering sexual attraction.�

Hermione thought for a moment, trying unsuccessfully to sense if the residuals he listed from their past still existed in her.

�Maybe there was, but it isn�t there anymore. All that is between us now is an empty bottle of 20 Galleon Ogden�s Old Firewhiskey.�

�You don�t feel it?� he asked, his voice becoming slightly deeper, and the humor in his eyes being replaced with intensity.

�No.�

�Then you aren�t as astute as you think you are.� He told her.

�No, I am just not as drunk as you think I am.�

Just after she made this announcement, the room started spinning slightly and Hermione could feel her head getting heavy. She gazed at Blaise, who was studying her closely, through heavily lidded eyes.

�Yes you are.� He affirmed after his examination was complete. �You at least have to admit that I never left you wanting. Every time I fingered you, every time I tasted you, and every time I fucked you, you came. You know I was extraordinarily accomplished at servicing you.�

�Yes you were, but Malfoy was better.�

Hermione hiccupped in surprise and slapped her hand over her mouth as she saw Blaise�s eyes open wide with shock. Damn that delicious intoxicant for loosening her tongue.

�You miss him.� Blaise said knowingly.

�Who?� She asked, trying to remain aloof as possible.

�Don�t play dumb with me. You know who. You miss Draco.�

�I don�t know what you are talking about.� Hermione said in her best upper-class tone of voice, dismissively waving her hand at Blaise.

�I�m sure you don�t.� He said just as snobbishly.

They stared each other down, brown eyes dueling black. She was waiting for him to drop the subject and he was waiting for her to admit she missed Malfoy. He had a fat chance at winning, but that was right before his face became blurry and Hermione had to shut her eyes tightly to regain her clear vision. He had won, the bastard.

�Fine.� She said, conceding. �I miss the contact, his presence, the way my mind would just shut off when he kissed or touched me, how he knew what I wanted without me having to tell him. Since when does that constitute as missing someone?�

�You know, Draco and I snogged once.� He said, ignoring her admission. She knew he changed the subject on purpose now that she had told him what he already knew.

�You�re just taking the piss out of me.�

�No, I�m not.� He told her while shaking his head. Watching him made Hermione slightly light-headed.

�It was just before you and I started fucking. We, Draco and I, were sauced, much like you and I are right now, and we were arguing about which one of us was a better kisser, but we were getting nowhere. In our firewhiskey induced haze, we thought it a brilliant idea to test our claims of incredible skill, so we ended up snogging for a good 10 minutes before I passed out. As a completely heterosexual wizard, I have no problem admitting that Draco has the evidence to justify that stupid arse self-appointed �Slytherin Sex God� moniker.�

Hermione laughed at the picture in her head of a pissed Malfoy and Blaise making out. And while it was funny, she couldn�t deny that it was a little arousing as well.

�I agree with you, he is very, hmm, talented. If he ever found out you said that I think his head would explode with self-glorification.�

Blaise pursed his lips together and brought his hand up to brush his jaw where a good sized bruise had once resided.

�As if I would ever tell him. You only know because I am too drunk to watch what I say to you. I�m still mad at the wanker for punching me, so I won�t be paying him any compliments any time soon.�

�Didn�t you deserve it?� Hermione asked, still softly giggling.

�Probably, but that doesn�t excuse it.� He said bitterly.

�But he is still your best mate.� It was a statement, not a question.

�Always will be, no matter how many times he decks me or how many dames I try to steal from him, although, up until recently, I didn�t really share his taste. You are the exception of course.�

�Gee, thanks.� Hermione replied acidly.

�Now don�t be sarcastic Hermione. You are a very pretty girl, maybe even beautiful, although it is unconventional. Not to mention intelligent, witty, you have a damn fine body, you are fiery when you get all worked up, and you drink liquor like a man. You would have the whole package if only you were a Pureblood, or at least half.�

�Are you trying to soften me up?� she asked mockingly.

�Is it working?� he responded as he scooted closer to her.

�Maybe it will if you continue. I haven�t been complimented in a while.�

He smirked at her proactively as he brought himself next to her, their thighs touching. Hermione could feel the heat radiating from him.

�What if I told you that you have one of the sexiest voices I have ever heard, especially when it is dripping with desire, when it is husky and melodic? You have no idea what it did to me when you hoarsely screamed my name as you coming while I was sheathed tightly inside you. That alone could send me over the edge.�

�Go on.� She told him softly as she felt a pang of desire in her lower stomach.

�How about that ever since you tossed me aside, every time I wank off or am fucking some other bird, all I can think about is having you underneath me again?� he murmured, bringing his face closer to hers, the desire she felt reflecting in his eyes.

�Is that so?� She had forgotten how charming he could be, and she knew now that he was reminding her.

�And when ever I see you talking, whether it is in class, across the Great Hall, or even now, with you right next to me, I am undeniably drawn to your delicious pink lips, tempting and teasing me, and I get an uncontrollable urge to kiss you.�

Hermione licked her suddenly dry lips and she heard Blaise shakily draw in a deep breath as he watched her. That was all it took for him to lean forward and kiss her. His lips were soft and he gently ran his tongue along her lips, goading her into parting them for him. She opened to him and his hot tongue entered her mouth, caressing hers teasingly before Hermione took it upon herself to deepen the kiss. She shifted herself so she was nearly in his lap, her arms winding around his neck, moving her tongue with his passionately. As Hermione urged Blaise to continue the mesmerizing ministrations of his talented tongue, he brought his hands to the small of her back, pushing her towards him so that she was now straddling him, her legs placed on the other side of his. Hermione was vaguely aware that he tasted of firewhiskey and mint, and he kissed her carefully and gently, a far cry from the rough and demanding kisses that tasted of lemons that she had become accustomed to.

At the thought of Malfoy, Hermione pulled away from Blaise, ending their kiss so quickly that the empty firewhiskey bottle resting next to them fell on its side and rolled onto the floor, landing with the sound of glass breaking.

Blaise looked at Hermione curiously and she shook her head, trying to clear her mind clouded with lust and loneliness. The room was still spinning.

�I�m drunk.� She stated.

�So am I.�

�I only let you kiss me because I am lonely, and a bit randy to be honest.�

�So am I.� he repeated

�I am doing this because I want to forget about Malfoy, about how I wish it was him here with me instead of you.�

�I know.�

�I am using you again.� Hermione told him, staring into his eyes that spoke of understanding and yearning.

�I know.�

�Will you help me forget tonight Blaise?� she asked softly.

�I can help you remember how well I fucked you, how good it felt to have my hard cock inside of you, how I tore you apart.� He responded heatedly.

�Help me forget.� She whispered.

Blaise captured her mouth again, this time kissing her more vigorously. Hermione reached down and grabbed the hem of Blaise�s shirt, tearing her lips away from his only to yank his shirt over his head before pulling her tank top off hastily. She ran her hands over his torso, remembering every line his muscular chest and stomach, he softness of his skin.

His hands were on her back once more, roaming her skin with his fingers softly as he kissed and nipped his way down her neck and chest, pausing at the swell of her breasts to lavish his attention there. As Hermione felt Blaise expertly unclasp her bra and fling it to the floor with their shirts and his mouth explored her bare breasts, she knew she shouldn�t be doing this, but that nothingness that had been plaguing her all week was slightly filled when Blaise had kissed her. Hermione was tired of being lonely, tired of feeling empty, and tired of thinking of Malfoy constantly, especially at night, when she was wide awake, her head resting on the pillow that still carried his scent and her fingers trying to achieve the same sort of pleasure he gave her until they failed miserably. She was hoping, praying, depending on Blaise making her forget, even if it was just for one night.

Hermione was brought back to reality when Blaise shifted their position, and Hermione was now the one with her back resting against the couch and Blaise was on top of her. His lips were journeying from her breasts, down her stomach, and resting at the top of her jeans as he worked the button and fly. Hermione lifted her hips as he pulled them down her legs, along with her knickers, and slipped them off of her, as well as her shoes. Hermione shuttered with anticipation when he lowered his head and breathed in deeply, enjoying the scent of her arousal.

Blaise parted her legs with his hands as he brought himself to his knees, resting on the floor before her, his fingertips no longer gentle, but digging into her thighs. He put his mouth right over her heated pussy and snaked his tongue out, slowly and splendidly licking her folds languidly, and then sucking and grazing her clit with his teeth while watching her reaction with dark glassy eyes.

As he continued skillfully stoking Hermione with his tongue, she felt the familiar, and sorely missed, pressure building in her lower stomach, the pleasure she was experiencing flowing through out her body. When he added pressure to his laving of her, nipped at her clit once again, and drove two of his long fingers into her wet cunt at the same time, Hermione�s hips jerked, and she felt the explosion of ecstasy that she had so desperately needed while moaning loudly and fisting the cushions of the couch.

When Hermione�s vision cleared, she looked down to see Blaise watching her erotically, still poised between her knees, licking his shining lips and smirking.

�You still taste just as sweet and delicious as I remember.�

Blaise rose to his feet and Hermione sat up, reaching in front of her to take Blaise�s trousers off as quickly as she had rid him of his shirt. He stopped her with a shake of his head as he grabbed his wand out of his pocket and muttered a contraception charm. After he tossed his wand on top of their growing pile of clothes, he nodded at Hermione, signaling for her to continue. Hermione unbuttoned his trousers and yanked them down his narrow hips, surprised to see his hard cock in front of her, its swollen head wet with pre-come. He was not wearing anything under his pants.

Hermione glanced up at him, an amused smirk on her lips, and he looked down at her with a similar expression.

�I am always prepared.�

Hermione smiled at him as she grasped his dick in her hand.

�Lucky me.�

Without warning, Hermione took him in her mouth, his manhood so large and thick that it stretched her lips, sucking him without abandon as Blaise�s hands dove into her hair, grabbing it roughly as he moved her head, directing her to go at a faster pace as he moaned, �You have gotten better, my little natural.�

Moment�s later, while Hermione was swirling her tongue exquisitely around his length, Blaise pulled her mouth off of him by tugging her hair hard enough to cause her to glare up at him, angry that he interrupted her.

�If you keep sucking my dick so fantastically, I am going to come in your mouth, and as inviting as that sounds, I would rather be fucking you when that happens.� He explained to her, his voice heavy with fervor.

Hermione, comprehending his hint, leaned back and over so that she was fully laying down on the couch as Blaise moved over her, his lips finding hers, his mouth devouring her hungrily, his tongue now tangy with her juices and the lingering taste of firewhiskey beneath it. He wrenched her legs wider apart, placing himself on top of her, and Hermione could feel the tip of his cock teasing her entrance, as though he was waiting for her confirmation that this is what she wanted.

The emptiness inside Hermione ached with longing, begging for some fulfillment. Deep down, Hermione knew it wouldn�t go away until it was Malfoy who was about to plunge into her, not Blaise, but right now she needed a temporary fix, she needed to forget that it wasn�t Malfoy on top of her, getting ready to fuck her.

She looked into Blaise�s eyes, her fingernails digging into his back.

�Fuck me hard, Blaise, make me forget him.� She pleaded.

At her words, Blaise drove into her, growling �I�ll make you forget.� He rapidly thrust in and out of her forcefully, moaning to her �So fucking tight, so fucking wet.� and �Waited long enough, damn it.� Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to make him push into her deeper and fill her all the way, and her hands were gripping his shoulders as she groaned �Harder, fuck me harder� repeatedly.

As Blaise plummeted into her brutally, he took his right hand off of her thigh he was holding down and reached in between them, thumbing Hermione�s clit roughly as she writhed and thrashed beneath him, exhilaration pumping through her veins. She dug her nails into Blaise�s skin and arched upwards, coming violently and screaming his name as he continued to fuck her ruthlessly. As soon as �Blaise� left her lips, he yelled �Fuck, Hermione� and came, riding the waves of her orgasm.

Blaise collapsed on top of Hermione, both of them breathing heavily and loudly. Hermione could feel Blaise bury his head in the crook of her neck and lick her humming salty skin.

�Did I succeed?� he asked raggedly.

The hollowness Hermione had been enduring for the past week had been briefly suppressed when Blaise was inside her, but the moment he halted pounding into her, she confirmed that their being together only cloaked the feeling and did not dispose of it. Hermione inwardly cursed, not only had she done something incredibly rash and mental by shagging Blaise, and even though she was extremely drunk, there wasn�t enough alcohol in her system to cause her not to care. She needed more firewhiskey. She looked at Blaise and smiled at him regrettably.

�Only when you were fucking me.� She responded, her voice husky from moaning so loudly.

He smiled back at her and kissed her lips softly.

�Well, we do have all night.� He lifted his head and looked up, his smiled broadening. �And more firewhiskey.�

Hermione tilted her head so she was viewing the table beside the couch upside down. There sat a full bottle of the amber liquid, beckoning to Hermione enticingly. She pushed Blaise off of her, maybe a little too roughly than required, and turned on her stomach before reaching for the bottle that was whispering promises of abandonment of all complicated thought processes and temporary obliteration of Draco Malfoy. As Hermione swallowed a mouthful of the appreciated spirits, she had never been more thankful for the Room of Requirement.

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Hermione woke up the next morning on the cold stone floor with her lower limbs entangled in a pair of long muscular caramel legs and her head in a fog of residual drunkenness accompanied by a terrible throbbing. Confused, she looked down to see an arm that matched the legs intertwined with hers casually draped across her naked stomach. She could also feel the unmistakable sensation of her back pressed against a toned, and just as naked as her, chest. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, Hermione came face to face with a sleeping Blaise, and suddenly the night rushed to her memory in a haze of a lot of meaningless sex and firewhiskey. So that was why she was naked, had a headache, and was being spooned on the floor.

Trying not to wake him, Hermione separated herself from Blaise as carefully as she could while trying to keep the bile rising in her throat at bay. Shivering at the loss of the warmth Blaise�s body heat had enveloped her in, she surveyed the room. The lamps that were used to light the space had fallen to the floor in disarray, as well as the side tables they rested on. The once cozy and soft black sofa had somehow got flipped onto its back, and the cushions that belonged to it were on opposite sides of the room. And there, right next to the pile of Blaise and Hermione�s clothes were what Hermione supposed to be two empty firewhiskey bottles, both had been half broken and glass scattered the floor. Hermione wished she could remember how the room had come to be in such a state of chaos, but from the look of it, at least it seemed that she had enjoyed herself.

Sidestepping the shards of glass with her bare feet, Hermione rooted through the pile of garments, found her clothes, and dressed quickly and carelessly, only pausing when Blaise let out a low moan and rolled onto his back, displaying his naked body in all its gloriousness. There was no denying that Blaise�s handsome face had a body to match it, but as Hermione looked down upon him, she felt nothing but regret, for his body wasn�t the pale, lean, and muscular one she longed for, only a substitute.

Hastily, Hermione slipped on her ballet flats and walked briskly, but quietly, to the door. It was a triumph in itself, for she didn�t run into anything nor did she trip over her own feet. Maybe alcohol had the reverse effect on her and made her more graceful. Amazing.

Hermione was so focused on reaching the door as stealthily and rapidly as possible that she did not notice the pair of dark slanting eyes that watched her as she made her way out of the room or the devilishly satisfied smile that danced on the swollen lips of the boy she used who had used her as well, just as he said he would. All Hermione was concerned about was getting the bloody hell out of the Room of Requirement and away from Blaise as soon as she could.
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A/N~ Please don�t hate me for having Hermione hooking up with Blaise. It is all just a part of the story. And she had her reasons, 1) she was drunk, 2) she was horny, 3) she was lonely, and 4) as much as she wouldn�t admit it, she misses Draco.

I loved writing drunk Ron and Harry. I used my past experiences for the Harry falling down scene, because yes, I fall down on my ass a lot when I am drinking, and it takes me a second to realize it. I hope you thought it was funny.

And now to some of my readers/reviewers�

Moonie~ Thank you so much for reviewing as many times as you did. I am happy I caused you to do a happy dance, and comparing the break up scene to �Gone With The Wind� left me speechless. What a huge compliment.

Notthyfriend~ I am sorry if I came off as being defensive, but I just wanted to get my point across. I am glad that you continued to read my story.

Fia~ Thank you for reviewing, even if it took you a while to actually do it. I never know what to say when someone calls me an amazing writer, there are never enough words to express my gratitude, nor do they seem like the right ones. And thank you for your support in my �shooting down� of that reviewer. I have to tell you that I came home from softball practice in a really bad mood, and then I read your review and it cheered me up instantly, so thank you for that too!

Theory Of A Dead Writer~ I am so happy that you like the way I write Draco, and that you like his contrasts too. As for Hermione, I know she isn�t very canon, but this is just how I see her, and she is easy to have fun with. I gave my boyfriend your message and he agrees.

Anon~ I hope you are happy with the timely update, I did it with you in mind.

For those of you who I didn�t single out, please know that I LOVE YOU ALL!! All of your reviews were wonderful, and the fact that some of you were so deeply touched by the break-up scene made my heart swell! Please review a lot, because you guys spoiled me with that last chapter.

*Blows Kisses*

Roberta

3/7/07~ Okay, so the next chapter is giving me a little bit of trouble, so I might not be able to update as soon as I usually do. Not to worry though, I am sure it'll be good because of all the time I am forcing myself to spend on it. I am such a perfectionst when it comes to my writing, and it is times like this where I just loathe it! Maybe if you leave me more reviews, it'll inspire me and break my stupid writer's block. :-)

Oh yeah, I am nominated for Best Kiss over at GrangerEnchanted.com, so go there and vote for me, please..... The link is http://grangerenchanted.com/gilded.php. Show your love for me and help me win!!
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