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His Blood	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Blaise Views: 8726 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hermione let out a low moan as the man between her legs twisted his tongue inside of her. Just because he was being punished for trying to question her authority didn’t mean she couldn’t get a bit of pleasure out of it. She held his head painfully against her hairless quim so he would know that breathing was secondary to her enjoyment.
It had been five years since Dante had turned her into a goddess of the night. Five years since she drank him dry and took his power. She was now the first of her kind to lead not only one coven, but also every coven in the eastern part of England. There was no denying she was a Consort, and many, like the male servicing her now tried to conquer her and take her power, but they all learned she was not some cowering creature.
She let her eyes flutter close as her plaything for the night lapped his way around her clit before he started to suck on it gently. He at least knew his way around a woman, maybe she would keep him for a while.
She heard the door to her throne room open and close, but she ignored it to focus on the thrills she was getting from his magnificent tongue. She was so close to coming she didn’t want to be bothered.
“My Lady?” Asked Wilton, her loyal advisor and fellow Consort.
“I’m going to tell Eva to punish you if this isn’t good.” She threatened as she tried to keep hold of the pleasure pooling in her stomach.
“They’ve sent another envoy from the Ministry.” He said quickly knowing she would indeed tell his Mistress when he was a bad boy.
“Tell them I’m busy.” She gasped pulling the man closer as she couldn’t quite reach her peak.
“It’s him, my Lady. You told me never to keep him waiting.” Wilton said in a rush making her lose her high all together.
“Fuck!” She growled pushing the man to the floor in her frustration. “He has the worst timing.” She said before running her hand through the soft golden curls she inherited after being changed. “Lock that in my room.” She said motioning to the man on the floor. “I may want him later.”
“Of course my Lady. The envoy is waiting in your office.” Wilton said taking care of her orders as she straightened her clothes.
Pulling the pencil skirt back into place and putting on the matching blazer gave no hint to what she had been up to only moments ago. When she walked into her office, she gave the dark haired man a toothless smile. She knew her fangs made him uncomfortable, but unlike with other humans, she cared about his comfort.
“Harry.” She said with a happy sigh. “You know I’m always happy to see you, but I have nothing to say to your Ministry.” She opened the conversation honestly.
“My Ministry?” He asked looking a bit hurt.
She gave him a tired sigh this time as she moved to sit down behind her desk. She missed hugging him in greeting, but she realized very quickly that was just trouble when he smelled so much like food. “They stopped being my Ministry the moment they handed me over to a rapist.”
Harry looked tired as well and sat down in the chair across from him. “I know, but I will never get used to hearing you say it.” He told her sadly. “You are still a witch.”
“And so much more.” She said leaning on her desk while she waited to hear why he was here.
Knowing she was ready for business, Harry pressed on. “They don’t think you even hear any of their other representatives out. I keep telling them that I’m an Auror and you and your covens are not under my jurisdiction.”
“Just give me their message so you can say you were a good boy. Then you can show me any new pictures of James.” She said smiling at her oldest friend.
As Harry went into the long details of a treaty the Ministry wished to negotiate with her, she took the time to look over her friend. It had been five years since she was turned, and not a hair had changed or grown. She knew this very personal fact as she had soon realized back then that Dante had had her nearly completely waxed before he turned her. The only hair on her entire body was the curls on her head and her eyebrows, everything else had been pulled away, never to grow again.
Harry on the other hand showed lines from long nights working. He wore a five o'clock shadow on his chin and he looked less and less like the boy she had met on the train with each passing visit. She would be twenty-three forever, and her friend would grow old and die. It saddened her more than anything else to think she would one day have to say goodbye to him as well.
“So what do you think?” He asked looking serious.
“I wonder if it would be okay if I looked after your bloodline once you were gone?” She asked as she hadn’t been listening to a single word he had said. “Would that be weird? I’m going to miss you so much.”
Harry gave her a confused smile and shook his head. “You don’t listen to me either do you?” He asked not answering her question.
“Maybe they should try sending Ronald again?” She asked hopefully.
“Ron is never stepping foot back into your ‘den of sin’.” Harry said making air quotes around the last bit. “What were you doing anyway, he wouldn’t say?”
She smiled at the memory of her ex-boyfriend walking into her coven and demanding to see her. She had been watching Eva and Wilton have some fun and had simply invited him to join her. She didn’t think he enjoyed the sight of a man being whipped then sodomized nearly as much as she had. She had to admit her sexual desires had taken a turn for the dark since becoming a vampire.
“I only invited him to watch a show.” She said mysteriously. “He didn’t seem to like it.”
“And why don’t you try scaring me away like that Hermione?” He asked with a frown.
“I don’t know, did you cheat on me and make me feel like I was going crazy before leaving me for the slut you dated at Hogwarts?” She asked a slight growl in her voice.
“I married Ginny.” Harry said as if that should have been just as bad.
“I like Ginny.” Hermione said her eyes lighting up. “Any new pictures of my godson?” She asked leaning forward a bit more.
“A few.” He said unable to stop grinning as they spent another hour looking at his first-born.
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