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Say Hello

Kneazle

Summary: Post-Hogwarts; Hermione is labeled a Bookworm and
it just Won�t Go Away. She decides to show she�s more
than a one-dimensional character. While she�s out finding herself, she learns a
little more about the world and love.

AN: Deep Dish owns �Say Hello�; �Dark Side of the Moon�
belongs to Ernesto and Bastian; Rachael Starr owns, with remix rights to
G&D ��Til There Was You (Gabriel & Dresden�s 12 Step Remix)�.
Reflekt and Agnelli &
Nelson and whoever their record label companies are, own their own tracks.

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AN: If interested, please listen to Rachael Starr�s �Till There Was
You,� and Jose Nunez�s �Bilingual.� They help set the music and mood for the
chapter. WARNING: Nunez�s vocals are very erotic.

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Fate can act in a curious way

When all that mattered means nothing today

All that concerns me, that drenches my thoughts

Is the sensation that seeing you brought

� Rachael Starr, ��Til There Was You (Gabriel & Dresden�s 12 Step Remix)�

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Chapter Three

�� Hermione
thought about Blaise Zabini the whole way to hotel.
She thought about him as she entered the hotel�s lobby, through gaining her
room key, and through putting her clothes away.

�� In fact,
Hermione couldn�t escape Blaise Zabini; it was as if he was right beside her, breathing
into her ear, teasing her with his witty words, running his hands up and down
her arms, making her panties wet�

�� Hermione�s
eyes popped open. What? Me, wet� from
Blaise Zabini? Hermione wondered, horrorstruck.
The girl who was a virgin, who never really pleasured herself (she was far too
busy with other academic pursuits and her job and Harry and horcruxes and then
there was George making those passes at her�), was having dirty and nasty
thoughts about Blaise Zabini�

�� And she
really, really liked it.

�� In fact, Hermione thought while fighting
a blush, if she would admit it to herself, Hermione quite enjoyed the idea of
Blaise Zabini and her.

�� Like,
Blaise Zabini lying on her queen sized bed, his tie
wrapped around his head to block his eyes. Like, Blaise Zabini
with his shirt unbuttoned and jacket off, his pants rumbled and pulling up
around his calves. Like, Blaise Zabini panting and
gasping for air as Hermione ran her nails gently down his chest, brushing the
light dusting of dark hair covering his torso. Like, Hermione leaning close and
blowing into his ear and hearing him call out in agony, �Hermione��

�� Hermione stopped immediately,
her face a violent shade of pink, all hot and bothered. What she needed was a
dip in the hotel�s pool. Yes, that was exactly what she needed; to be cooled
off without any more thoughts of Blaise Zabini.

�� Naked. And on top of her. And
sucking on her neck and biting near her collarbone and �

�� God damnit, she did it again.

�� Pool. I need the pool,� muttered Hermione, digging through
her piles of clothes. She had, unknowingly, thrown them all over the room
during her fantasy.

�� Grabbing
the first flimsy pieces of a bathing suit that she could find, Hermione nearly
grimaced, but dutifully went to her bathroom to change. Leave it to the Weasley twins to transfigure her modest one-piece suits
into daringly sexy black or white or playful polka-dot bikins
with high cuts and bows and strings.

�� Groaning,
Hermione rubbed her temples but striped of her clothes and pulled on and laced
up the ultra-feminine and ultra-sexy two-piece suit. Peaking through one eye,
Hermione was surprised at her reflection.

�� She was gorgeous.

�� Okay, well,
honestly � she wasn�t. But she looked a heck of a lot better than she normally
did in her sweaters and jeans. She had hips! And breasts! And a flat tummy!

�� But that
little two-piece black bikini was doing wonders for her ego. Hermione had never
really gone out of her way to wear the fashionably hip and stylish clothes like
Parvati, Lavender or Ginny did; she wore what was
comfortable and what she liked. Only now, Hermione realized that she did
actually have a figure and was going to damn-well flaunt it.

�� After all,
she was in Ibiza, who the hell cared?

�� Grabbing
her tote bag with the hotel rooms� white, fluffy towel, popular oversized
sunglasses, a book (of course), room key and her sunscreen, Hermione slipped
her feet into her wedge sandals and locked her door behind her. She was humming
as she walked down the stairs, and continued to hum even as she claimed a
chaise and laid her towel on it. She was only two pages in her book when a
shadow fell over her.

�� Raising her
head, and lifting her fashionable sunglasses from her nose (they had been a
gift from Ginny two years previous), Hermione moaned, �Oh, no, not you again.�

�� But of
course,� murmured cheekily the Italian standing next to her. �Fancy seeing you
at my hotel, Granger; what did you
do, follow me?�

�� Zabini, kindly shut the fuck up,� retorted Hermione,
pushing her sunglasses back down. This way, Blaise couldn�t see her eyeing him
greedily. He looked very sexy in his
drawstring board shorts. Who knew he could wear such fashionable Muggle attire? �Besides, you followed me; I took a
taxi before you.�

�� Dropping down
to the free lounger beside Hermione, Blaise stretched and Hermione ogled his
abs. Six pack. Yum.

�� Turning his
head to face her, Blaise gave a roguish smirk and brushed some curls from his
eyes. �Now, now, Granger, didn�t your parents ever tell you it�s impolite to
stare?�

�� I�m
certainly not staring, Zabini,� huffed Hermione,
crossing her arms. She put down her book and began searching her bag for her
sunscreen. �I�m sunbathing and enjoying the sun.�

�� You�ll be
too tired to go out later, if you stay out here long,� said Blaise, almost
gently. �Don�t you want to go to one of the clubs tonight?�

�� Hermione
nodded, finding her sunscreen and pulling it out. �Of course!
I don�t know which I�d like to go to, though� I�ve heard so many different
things about each club.�

�� Hermione
popped open the cap of her sunscreen and squeezed out a bit onto her hand. She
started lathing up her legs and arms.

�� I�d
suggest Pacha; it�s really nice for a first time. I�d suggest on your last day
to go to Manumission at Privilege, though. Huge, they throw the best parties
there. Fire eaters, aerobatics, the works,� Blaise took the discarded sunscreen
and motioned for Hermione to turn around. �I�ll do your back.�

�� Eyeing him
warily, Hermione raised a single eyebrow. �You�ll �do my back�?�

�� Blaise
sighed, opening the sunscreen and oozing out some lotion. �Look, I know we
didn�t exactly have the best first impressions on each other��

�� You can
say that again!� snapped Hermione, her cheeks turning red from embarrassment.

�� but
well, I�d like to try. We know each other, and I�ve been here before with my
cousin and her husband.�

�� Just what
are you getting at, Blaise?�

�� Hermione
was confused; Blaise and she just didn�t really mix, and now he was being
friendly. Granted, they had shared witty remarks back on the ferry and they
were almost pleasant on the train� So what was going on? Really?

�� Blaise ran
one of his hands through his curly hair, chewing on his lower lip for a second
before composing himself. He looked straight into her eyes and said, �I want to
get to know you, and to be your friend.�

�� Hermione
was shocked. This wasn�t something she had been expecting. Especially from
Blaise Zabini, Slytherin!
But, as she thought about their few encounters and realized that Blaise had never
deliberately been cruel or mocking, Hermione thought she might be able to give
him a chance. Possibly. With a cherry, but after
thinking that, it led to a many great naughty thoughts about Blaise popping her
cherry and strawberries and pineapples and whipped cream covering Blaise�s
nipples as she flicked her tongue and licked and nibbled her way down�

�� Blushing,
Hermione quickly turned so that her back was facing Blaise, and asked in what
she hoped was a very casual voice, �So you�ve been here before with your cousin
and her husband?�

�� Although
she couldn�t see it, Blaise nodded and squeezed some white lotion into the palm
of his left hand. �Yeah, she�s a half blood, and her husband is a DJ in London. He�s not really
big, but big enough that he knew some people who gave him a few press passes to Ibiza last
year.�

�� You went
after the war?�

�� Hermione
nearly jumped when she felt the cold lotion hit her shoulder.

�� Easy,�
murmured Blaise as he abandoned his chaise to join her on hers. He cleared his
throat and continued. �Just near the end of it. As you already said, I didn�t
take part in the war and left England
quite happily.�

�� I see,�
replied Hermione, although she really didn�t. What kind of person did that say
about him? That he left his country of residence to those who could easily have
won the war and taken over England
before moving to other magical communities in the rest of Europe?
Was Blaise a coward?

�� As if he
were reading her thoughts, Blaise spoke: �I left England because it was not my war. I
could have easily picked a side and died on either one: I heard that you lost
quite a few friends.�

�� Hermione
frowned, moving her hair away from the shoulder Blaise was lotion-ing up. She stared directly into his eyes. �You still
left.�

�� I did,� he
admitted, pausing in his ministrations. �But I wasn�t a coward, Hermione.�

�� How so?�
she challenged.

�� He leaned
forward and a tiny smirk appeared on his lips. Hermione felt a flutter in her
stomach blossom. �Ever heard of MI6?�

�� Y-Yes,�
she stuttered. �Who hasn�t?�

�� Blaise
grinned, kissing her ear lobe gently, scraping it slightly with his teeth as he
sucked. �The name is Zabini� Blaise Zabini.�

�� Oh, my, God!�

�� Blaise Zabini was an agent for MI6 � no wonder he wasn�t involved in their war, because he was gathering
external intelligence about the Death Eaters and the Order, and reporting back
to his superiors.

�� You�re
joking,� Hermione tried to sputter out. �Surely you aren�t serious!�

�� Completely,�
he responded dryly. �I�m currently on a leave of absence, enjoying a vacation.�

�� Oh?� asked
Hermione, petulantly. �Are you sure? Because I better not be
your next mission, Zabini!� She glared at him
hotly, twisting around to face him directly.

�� Blaise
stretched out his arms, blocking in Hermione and leaning forward, invading her
personal space, until she was lying down on the chaise, Blaise almost covering
her.

�� The only
mission that I have that involves you, Hermione,� purred Blaise, �is the one
where you and I end up in my bed.�

�� Mouth open,
Hermione thought of a witty reply, while ignoring the increasing sensation of
butterflies in her stomach and the throbbing that was beginning in her sex.

�� Why, oh why, did Blaise Zabini
have to be so Goddamn sexy? Hermione inwardly whined. It just isn�t fair.

�� Meep,� came out of her mouth, instead of a very smart �Get
off me, you big oaf, how dare you
preposition me with such ludicrous and improper words?�

�� Meep, right back to
you Hermione,� Blaise said softly, gently kissing her lips. He was then
suddenly off her; the Spanish sun was blazing into Hermione�s sunglasses and a
thin sheen of sweat glistened.

�� I� I��
Hermione was at a loss for words, and refused to embarrass herself with another
�meep.�

�� Blaise
solved that for her. �Come out with me tonight.�

�� What?�

�� Come out
with me tonight,� repeated Blaise. �To Pacha,� he clarified.

�� You want
me,� Hermione pointed to herself, then him, �To go with you, to Pacha
nightclub?�

�� Yes.�

�� And you
won�t put something in my drink, like the date rape drug?�

�� Honestly, Granger,
what type of man do you take me for?!�

�� And you
won�t use your wand on me at all, unless my life or yours is in mortal peril?�

�� Yes, Granger.�

�� And you
won�t try to take advantage of me, being a lonely twenty-something female on
vacation by herself?�

�� Now� that
I can�t promise�.�

�� Promise me, Zabini!�

�� All right,
all right,� Blaise sighed, moving his right hand out of her eyesight, and then
crossed his fingers. �I promise.�

�� Hermione
sighed in relief. �Okay, I�ll join you clubbing tonight.�

�� Blaise�s
smile lit up his whole face, and Hermione felt the air leave her chest as she
just realized how gorgeous and sweet he really was; he was taking care of her
while on vacation, and making sure she wasn�t lonely. They hadn�t argued too
fiercely, or pulled their wands on each other, and he hadn�t called her �mudblood.� Hermione could see their vacation friendship
working.

�� We�ll meet
at ten tonight, in the hotel lobby?� confirmed Blaise. �We�ll take a taxi to
Pacha, or walk, if you prefer.�

�� Are there
long lineups?� asked Hermione, lowering her sunglasses to look at Blaise
properly.

�� Sometimes,�
he answered. �I think we�ll get in easily enough.�

�� Hermione
rolled her eyes, but nodded. �Okay. Ten it is.�

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�� At ten to
ten, Hermione was waiting downstairs in the main lobby. She wasn�t sure what
she was supposed to wear when going out clubbing, as she normally wore jeans
and a pretty tank top in London� but this wasn�t
London. This
was Ibiza: clubbing Central. The place where
the big-name DJs got together and played twenty-four/seven, non-stop from May
until September, throughout the summer season.

�� So,
Hermione wore a knee-length skirt and a pretty tank top, dressing up slightly
more than she would usually, hoping to impress Blaise.

�� Well, more
than hope. She kept having dirty thoughts about him all day and even dreamed
about him when she took a nap out by the pool later that afternoon. At his
rate, she�d be horny and tanned when returning to England, and unfortunately, right
back where she started.

�� Just, tanned. And not so pale.

�� But still a
virgin, still lonely, and still without a delich
boyfriend to protect her from the Weasley matrons.

�� Hermione
really needed to rectify that, and soon.

�� Hello
there,� murmured Blaise, stepping up to Hermione. She had been so lost in her
thoughts she didn�t notice him coming down the lobby stairs or making his way
toward her.

�� Hello,�
she murmured back, suddenly shy and nervous. It was silly � it was just Blaise Zabini, who she happened to see wank
off one day, who she thought was gorgeous and sexy and hot and oh my god, what
was he wearing?

�� What are
you wearing?� Hermione blurted out
loud. Or rather, she should have said: �What are you not wearing?�

�� Blaise wore
a pair of baggy black shorts, and a very clean, tight, white tank top that
molded itself to his muscles.

�� Oh, yum.

�� Oh, yummy yum, yum, indeed.

�� Blaise
looked down at his clothing and then hers, and frowned. �I�m wearing shorts and
a tank. There�s noting wrong with wearing that. But you on the other hand ��

�� Hermione
bristled defensively, and smoothed a hand over her skirt. �What? What�s wrong
with it?�

�� Blaise
sighed, reached for her hand, and said, �Let�s go back to your room for a bit
first. What room are you in?�

�� I�m
staying in room 156,� said Hermione, allowing Blaise to tug her back up the
lobby steps. �Is there something wrong in what I�m wearing, Blaise?�

�� You look
like you�re going to take your pet dog for a walk through Hyde
Park,� muttered Blaise. He glanced over her Ked sneakers as well,
with a snort. �Don�t you have anything� well� sexier?�

�� Hermione
blushed. �Excuse me!�

�� They neared
Hermione�s room, and Blaise took complete control over the situation, reaching
into her purse and pulling out her room key; he then pushed Hermione gently
inside her room and tossed her the key, while going through her clothes.

�� Hey! What
do you think you�re doing!� snapped Hermione, while he looked through her bras
and panties.

�� I�m
looking for something for you to wear!� the man countered.

�� In my knickers drawer?� asked a stunned
Hermione, reaching forward and snatching a lime green bra out of Blaise�s
tanned hand.

�� Yes.�

�� The two
glared at each other, before Hermione sat on her bed, kicked off her shoes, and
admitted defeat. Blaise had free run of her wardrobe for that evening.

�� He quickly
found something that he liked, and shoved the clothing to her, telling her to
put on what was in that pile and take off what she wore currently.

�� Without
saying anything, Hermione entered the bathroom, changed, and stepped out, all
without looking in the mirror.

�� It seemed
to be worth it though, when Blaise stood up from her bed, his jaw slack and his
eyes wide. The strappy stilettos he held in his right
hand were dangling precariously, almost ready to fall to the floor. He took a
leisurely pursue from her painted toenails to her sleek and straight hair.

�� You look�
phenomenal!� Blaise whispered, stepping close and handing her the stilettos.

�� Thank
you,� Hermione smiled shyly, slipping her feet into the stilettos and buckling
them up. �Is this better club wear?�

�� YES! Blaise wanted to shout. Instead, he
just swallowed thickly and nodded. Hermione wore the dark blue halter top he
found in her drawer, with a short light denim miniskirt. Airy and open, both
articles of clothing were club-appropriate in the warm climate of Ibiza, and were considered modest. Most women just wore
bikini tops or nothing at all, when going out clubbing.

�� Er� it�s suitable,� Blaise said instead, motioning Hermione
to lead the way. �After you, Miss Granger.�

�� Hermione
nodded, holding her room key. �I�m afraid that I will need to ask you to hold
onto my room key, Blaise. Or should I leave it at the front desk?�

�� Front
desk,� the man replied, placing his hand softly against the small of her back.

�� Walking
down the hallway, stairs and through the lobby, Blaise never removed his hand,
even when flagging down a taxi. He ushered her into the car, holding her hand
as she moved to sit. He was the perfect gentleman in every sense of the term.

�� Pacha was
busy when they arrive; the club had a long line already stretching past the
length of the club and toward the caf�s that lined the streets nearby. Drunken
laughter echoed in the line, with glitzy girls and handsome men dressed in
their clubbing best. Limos purred up to the two open doors of the club, where
bouncers checked the various VIPs who entered. Girls screamed familiar names
(�Oh my God, Josh Gabriel!� �It�s Lee
Combs!� �There�s Shiloh! I want your
babies!�), as the producers and DJs arrived, and the men tried to act
unimpressed but failed.

�� Blaise
moved Hermione toward the bouncers, instead of the end of the line, confident
and brisk in his walk.

�� Blaise,
what are you doing? We need to get in line!�

�� Blaise just
shot Hermione a sultry smirk over his shoulder, his hand planted firmly on the
small of her back while forcing her to step up next to him. �Nothing to worry
about,� he stated, talking loudly over the heavy bass that flowed out of the
club. Synthesized notes floated out onto the street, and the flashes of blue,
green and red lights could periodically glimpsed through the doors.

�� What?�
asked Hermione confused.

�� But Blaise
did not stop � and when they reached the bouncer, he just looked Blaise over
(who gave a small nod to the tall, heavy-set man), and the bouncer motioned
them through.

�� Flabbergasted,
Hermione followed Blaise past coat check and straight into the club.

�� Without
speaking, Blaise touched Hermione�s shoulder gently, caught her eyes, and laced
his fingers through hers. He then led her to the center of the dance floor, in
the middle of a thick crowd of sweaty, pulsating bodies, while the music swam
around them.

�� He kept his
eyes on Hermione�s chocolate-coloured ones, moving gracefully to the heavy
beat. Hermione did her best to mimic, but felt inadequate next to Blaise, the
gorgeous Italian who was drawing numerous stares.

�� Don�t
think,� he shouted to her, over the music. �Just dance!�

�� Hermione
closed her eyes and breathed in, breathed out. She was serene, listening to the
music and counting the beat.

�� One, two, three four...

�� One, two, three four...

�� She then began to sway, at each
beat she swiveled her hips, brought her arms up above her head, and her upper
body was moving in circles.

What in the world is a girl to do?

When in this smoky place I only see you

Was far away when you caught my eye

you�ve brought me back and now you're making me high

�� Hermione
felt sexy and confident, proud and innocent all at the same time as she danced.
She could feel Blaise�s eyes on her, and wondered what he was thinking about.
Opening her eyes, she caught his and held on, her gaze smoldering and sexy �
but she didn�t realize it.

�� Was Blaise
thinking about how weird she must look, dancing so freely? She was thinking
about how amazing he looked in his cut-off shorts, how toned and lean his
calves were, how powerful his legs must be. Hermione was thinking about his
beautiful aqua eyes, which were stuck on hers, and about his lips � and just
what he could be doing to her with those lips of his�

�� Flushing, but not from embarrassment, Hermione held her
gaze with Blaise, and began to imagine all the naughty things he could do to
her.

�� She
imagined him running his tanned, rough hands up from her calves to her thighs, dipping
in slightly at her apex, before continuing up and skimming over her breast. She
imagined those hands coming to rest on her cheeks, one slipping behind to
cradle her head and sink his fingers in her thick hair.

�� She
imagined his lips taking hers � without asking � and slipping his tongue inside
her mouth, stroking, pleasuring, teasing her own
tongue into a maddening state of frenzy and desire.

�� She
imagined the hand that was on her cheek falling to her shoulder, stroking her
collarbone lightly with feather-like touches, tingling
her and making her shiver. She imagined that hand continuing with its
feather-like touches by running up and down her arm, then gently cupping her
breast, weighing it, palming it with great care.

I was alone out there, with no one else around

Now I�ve fallen for you, and there�s no coming down

Hermione imagined the hand pressing
against her breast, fully now, squeezing and massaging, plucking at her nipple
and causing the bud to become more erect than before. She imagined that hand
falling away, his mouth wrenched from her own, blazing a fiery, hot path down
her neck, across her collarbone, her shoulders, to her breasts, where he�d lave
attention to her nipple through her halter top, sucking and leaving a damp spot
when he left the area.

She imagined that mouth and
deliciously capable tongue moving to her exposed midriff, licking and sucking
at various spots and making her gasp with pleasure and desire and want and need
and making her legs go weak like jelly while she wanted his attention just a
little bit further south.

While thinking these naughty
thoughts, and looking Blaise in the eye, Hermione surmised that they were
projected toward the gorgeous man, as he was looking flushed and sweaty, his
breaths coming out in deep gasps; his chest was rising and falling quickly, his
aqua eyes the colour of stormy ocean waters.

Want
to get out of here, Blaise? Hermione thought. You make me want you, since the moment I saw you. You made me want you,
lying heavily on top of me, against me, while I spread my legs for you, while
you slip inside my warmth and fuck me until I scream your name, over and over
and over�

Blaise swallowed heavily, his body
moving closer to hers until they were chest to chest, stomach to stomach.

Till there was you, I know what you�re needing

my thoughts are leading, me straight into your eyes

what can I do? I�m looking right at you

this feeling is all new, I want you addicted to me

�� Hermione
felt a hot spot against her stomach, and something else that seemed to be
pulsating in time to the bass. His arms were tight against her, wrapping her
and gyrating against her as they danced.

�� Hermione
moved her arms and placed them around his neck, loosely hanging there while two
fingers swirled a wayward lock of curly hair, teasingly, flutteringly.

�� Blaise�s
breath was hot against Hermione�s cheek, while his hands slipped down to her
bum and gave a gentle squeeze. He was panting heavily, not from the exertion of
dancing, but because of something else. He must have been thinking the same
thing as Hermione, because he leaned toward her ear, flicking out and licking
the lobe.

�� Hermione
gasped in pleasure.

�� Want to
get out of here?� he rasped.

�� Hermione
looked up at him, almost flirtatiously, but Hermione Granger doesn�t do flirty
� she does sexy, so she looked up at him sexily and curled her lips into a
small smile.

�� I�d like
that.�

I was alone out there, with no one else around

Now I�ve fallen for you, and there�s no coming down

>><<

�� Hermione�s back
slammed against her hotel room door as Blaise caught her hands and placed them
high above her head, his lips descending to hers quickly and aggressively. Her
mouth opened wide and her tongue battled against his, stroking, exploring,
sucking.

�� Blaise�s
body was heavy against hers, pushing his weight down on her lithe form to keep
her from moving, her breasts crushed against his broad chest and his pelvis
gyrating slowly, torturously against hers.

�� With a
gasp, she broke away from Blaise, her eyes heavy-lidded as she felt around in
his pocket for her room key, which he had retrieved from the front desk
earlier. Instead, her fingers closed around a warm, hard item that twitched in
response.

�� With a toss
of her hair, Hermione glanced up at Blaise, who now had his head thrown back,
panting heavily, with purr-like sounds coming from the back of his throat.

�� Oh,
Blaise,� murmured Hermione heavily. �What do you have in here?�

�� Not your
bloody room key, Hermione,� the man groaned out, as Hermione�s cupped hand
squeezed and began to move up and down, in a similar fashion as to what she saw
that day he wanked off in the train lavatory.

�� Blaise
moaned, his head falling forward and landing on Hermione�s shoulder, where he
sucked and bit and marked her.

�� Room. In your room,� he managed to gasp out, removing his
hand from hers, and reaching into the vacant pocket. He pulled out her room
key, fumbling it slightly as he tried to fit it into the lock. Finally, he
heard a click, and turned the knob. The two stumbled back three steps before
Blaise managed to turn Hermione and press her against the hotel room wall.

�� He kicked
the door shut behind them, and tossed the key somewhere. He heard the key
jingle as it fell, but he was kissing Hermione again while she continued to
stroke his cock, making him twitch and shudder.

�� Tell me
you want me,� Blaise muttered hoarsely, pulling back from Hermione, his fingers
at the back of her neck where her halter top was tied.

�� Hermione
looked at Blaise, silent but breathing forcefully. She then opened her lips and
murmured, �I want you, Blaise. I want you to make love to me, I want you to
fuck me, I want you to fuck me with your fingers and I want to lick every inch
of you, get to know your every dip and ridge, every freckle on your gorgeous
body.�

�� Moaning,
Blaise undid the knot of her halter, and helped her pull it over her head, his
hands on her naked breasts (she hadn�t worn a bra under her halter top); he was
massaging them gently, teasing and plucking at the nipples, twisting them and
then his mouth was there, loving them, kissing them, sucking on them and
blowing, making them tighter than before.

�� Shivering,
Hermione twined her fingers into Blaise�s thick dark brown hair, arching her
back and pushing her breasts closer to his face. He complied, lavishing
attention on both breasts, moving back and forth between the two, blowing cool
air on her nipples and even biting gently.

�� She tugged
on his head after some time, pulling him back up to her face. She kissed him
deeply and intently, sucking on his lower lip and tracing the outline of his
lips before plunging in, stroking and exploring his mouth.

�� The two, in
a tangle of arms and hands that roamed each other�s bodies, moved from against
the wall to the middle of the room, bumping into the dresser and causing a
bottle of perfume to fall over with a glassy clank. Giggling, Hermione turned
Blaise around, and helped him pull off his tank, before moving to his shorts�
button and fly.

�� As she made
work of his shorts, he was undoing the zipper of her miniskirt, relishing in
the lengthy ziiiiiiiiiip it made as
he slowly lowered it, torturing his already heightened and needy senses.

�� Once the
article of clothing was loose on Blaise, Hermione glanced up for a quick
confirmation � received it � and lowered the shorts, carefully going over the
tent that his black boxers displayed.

�� With his
shorts on the floor, Blaise stepped out of them, kicking off his sandals at the
same time, and watched with heavy-lidded and shadowed eyes as Hermione began to
trace a path from his foot up with her tongue, stopping and going over places
when she heard Blaise gasp or moan.

�� She kneeled
on the floor, mindful of his cock twitching every time her lips came close to
it, before deliberately moving away and continuing to forge a path for later,
exploring with open curiosity as she ogled Blaise�s physique. Her tongue dipped
into his naval, where he gave a low moan of pleasure, and across his tight abs.
Her tongue bit and marked and left a hickey on his pectorals. Her body went hot and she felt her
fingertips and toes tingle and curl in anticipation.

�� Feeling
need and desire, she stood and wiggled teasingly out of her miniskirt, taking
her panties off at the same time. She was exposing herself fully to the
Italian. Her thoughts were muddled with want, her heart was urging her to be
careful but her body was practically thrumming with need, wanting Blaise to
slide into her and out, fast and slow, hard and gently, oh so many times as the
night wore on until they watched the sun rise.

�� Blaise
wrapped an arm around Hermione�s waist and the other went to her cunt, two
fingers stroking her nether lips and spreading her wetness around, finding and
flicking her clit and making the woman gasp with pleasure and shudder with
desire.

�� He gently
eased his middle finger into her tight cunt, mindful of her own pleasure, and
began to stroke her while moving in and out. When he felt she was comfortable,
he used his other arm to pull one of her legs up to his waist, keeping it there
with a hand mindful and tight against her bum.

Hermione felt her hips move on
their own accord, meeting Blaise�s finger as he came back into her; he added
another finger, murmured to Hermione in Italian, but adding English words here
and there.

�� So wet and
so tight,� he murmured at one point, licking her shoulder and moving up to suck
on her earlobe, kissing the shell delicately and then blowing gently into it.

�� Hermione
was panting, her hands gripping Blaise�s shoulders tightly, her breasts pressed
against his chest as he continued his ministrations: he was finger fucking her
faster and faster now, and Hermione felt a coil low in her stomach tighten and
quiver with need and want, ready to hit a release.

�� Ride it, feel
it, don�t hold back,� he groaned huskily as her hand found his cock through his
damp boxers, squeezing and stroking it. She began to experiment with pressure
and speed, to the best of her ability, until she decided to slip her hand into
his boxer and feel the warm flesh for herself.

�� Blaise
moaned and pressed his hips against her hand, while his own fingers stalled for
a moment before picking up pace again, fucking her harder and faster now while
whimpers of ecstasy escaped her lips.

�� Blaise had
maneuvered her against the wall by her bed by this point, using it as leverage
while he pumped his � not so aching, but soon tired � hand into her tight twat
as his own hips moved against the woman�s hand. �Merlin, you�re so wet for me,
it makes me so hard and I want you so bad��

�� So take
me,� Hermione gasped as his fingers hit a spot, causing her to shiver
uncontrollably.

�� Blaise
moaned, removing his soaked fingers; Hermione let out a tiny whimper of
protest, but watching in amazement as he brought his wet fingers to his mouth,
where he licked them clean of her essence.

�� Gently but
firmly, Blaise moved Hermione toward the bed, and then pressed her down. She
lay across it horizontally, watching Blaise�s hypotonic eyes as he ran his
hands up from her stilettos (which she still wore), up past her knees to her
thighs, where he pried them apart slowly.

�� Hermione
shook with need.

�� Stay
still!� he whispered, and Hermione complied, doing her best to clamp down on
her desire and the urge to reach for him and satisfy her. Blaise�s mouth
hovered over her apex, breathing in her musky scent that was uniquely Hermione,
before he took the plunge and buried his head between her thighs, his tongue
flicking out and tasting her cum.

�� Hermione
threw back her head with a moan of �Oh,
Blaise!� Her hands clenched the bed comforter and creased it while his
tongue laved her, dipping into her pussy and lapping up her juices. Hermione�s
thighs were quivering by this point, shaking with need and want � her body was
flushed and her eyes dilated.

�� Blaise
decided enough was enough, stood, and with a yank, removed his boxers from his
body. He positioned himself at her entrance, murmuring a contraceptive charm
wandlessly with his hand over her belly and inched into her tight and throbbing
cunt.

�� Hermione�s
hands were on his back, scratching and leaving red lines where they were,
clutching desperately as he pushed past her lips and through her hymen.

Hermione ignored the pain that came
with it breaking, and murmuring for him to fill her and complete her.

�� Blaise
complied.

�� Raising her
body to greet his, Hermione moved in time to Blaise�s slow, leisurely thrusts.
He supported his weight with his arms braced on either side of Hermione�s head,
his body shaking � with desire, and the need to release. A
sheen of sweat covered their bodies as they both increased the pace,
their skin meeting and slapping against each other and their hearts racing.
Hermione and Blaise shared a steamy, open-mouthed and wet kiss, as their
frantic pace continued.

�� I�m going
to come,� whispered Blaise to Hermione breathily, staring down at her, his
curly hair more curly than usual, sticking to the back of his neck and
obscuring his eyes slightly.

�� Hermione,
her cheeks rosy and mouth open mid-pant just nodded. �I feel so good! You�re
hitting a�a spot!�

�� Allowed to
come now and having notified Hermione, Blaise kissed her again and rapidly
pushed into her, a low moan emerging from his mouth as his body shook, went taunt, and with a few final thrusts, came.

�� Hermione
came soon afterward, her body shivering and her legs tightening. Her face rosy
and the bridge of her nose and cheeks slightly sun kissed from her earlier
tanning. Blaise smelled of a delicious mix of spice and sex, a scent with
Hermione greedily inhaled and committed to memory.

�� That� was
brilliant,� muttered Blaise, rolling off to Hermione�s side and giving her
breathing space.

�� Thank
you,� whispered Hermione tiredly, cuddling against her old classmate.

�� Blaise
raised a quizzical brow. �What for? The
best sex that I�ve ever had?�

�� Hermione
shook her head. �Because you were my first and made it spectacular. I hope you
aren�t mad that you are my first, are
you?�

�� Never,�
Blaise responded fiercely. �You gave me a precious gift and I will always
cherish that.�

�� Hermione beamed,
snuggling and fitting her head in the crook of Blaise�s neck and shoulder.

�� Blaise
breathed deeply, throwing an arm over his eyes and smiled.

--*--

AN: [May.13.06]
Oh my gosh, my first sex scene. I must have been lucky
today � hee, like I�d kiss and tell! I hope you�ll be
kind and considerate with my smut, and do leave comments if you see any
mistakes or feel as though there could be improvement. I need constructive
criticism.

I am sorry, though, for the long wait. Exams, a few problems
with leaving my residence at university and staying back at home, and planning
a vacation with my parents and boyfriend caused several delays, as well as me
not clubbing since January.

As for Pacha, and the DJs/producers, I have NO IDEA if there
were at Ibiza in 2001 � and the song lyrics
(from the opening before the chapter title) were from 2005, so� ARTISITIC
LICENSING! Yay. Enjoy! Kneazle
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