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When You're Not Looking	By : MariaTeresaQuintanar Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Blaise Views: 8873 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello everyone! Hope you're having a good day. Just to let you guys know there's going to be some Italian in this next chapter (translations of which you'll find in the footnote area). And since I'm not what anyone can call fluent in said language, I used a translator that comes with my computer. It's not the best in the world so I apologize in advance if I'm totally off the mark of what I intended to say. Any other mistakes, as usual, are my own.

Thank you for the lovely reviews I received. I truly enjoyed them all.

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Chapter Three

            Hermione awoke slowly, as the last of the liquor was being whisked away by the potions she had taken the night before. Stretching out, she found herself being pulled tightly against a hard male body. Making a humming noise, she kept stretching and turned towards the man in bed with her. It was Blaise, she reminded herself even as she rubbed her face against his chest.

            “Too early to get up,” he muttered. “Sleep, cara.”

            “Hmm, I’m wearing too much,” she complained to him, yanking her shirt off and tossing it to the floor.

            “No bra?” Blaise asked, his voice a bit higher than it was a moment before.

            “Charm,” she explained, still too asleep to understand that the man she was in bed with was becoming quickly aroused by her clumsy striptease. She took off her skirt and soon that was tossed to the floor as well.

The careful slide his large hand over her breast had Hermione letting out a low sound from her throat, followed by, “Blaise.”

            “Shh, cara, I know,” he whispered, leaning down and kissing her mouth lightly. His hand cupped her breast more firmly as his other hand went down to cup the fullness of her bum.

            Hermione attacked Blaise’s mouth with a hungry determination. Soon she found herself on her back, one of her legs wrapped about his hips to hold him all the tighter against herself. She felt more than heard her panties being ripped off of her. His mouth moved from hers to her neck and then her shoulder.

            “So beautiful,” he muttered as he went, capturing her nipple in his mouth.

            Desire spiked through Hermione as she arched into him, only to find her now dripping sex rubbing against his lower abdomen. Blaise chuckled against her skin, as his fingers went to between her thighs to ever so gently caress her closely cropped sex.

            Blaise moved to suckle at her other breast when there was knocking at his front door. Complaining quietly, he kissed her décolletage, murmuring, “Stay put, cara. I’ll get rid of whoever it is quickly.”

            Hermione pulled his mouth to hers to give him a deep, hungry kiss, murmuring against his lips, “Hurry back.”

            Letting out a growl, he grabbed a robe, and rushed out to see who it was. Hermione fell back to the bed, debating whether or not to pose in the bed. In the end she decided against it. She was about to take up the pillow Blaise to inhale the man’s scent when she heard the yelling.

            Getting to her feet, she went over to the door of the room, which was still opened a crack to see both Ron and Harry in the sitting room with Blaise. Neither one of her friends looked happy with Blaise, but for what reason she hadn’t a clue.

            “Okay, where’s Hermione?” Harry demanded. “Both Malfoys as well as Snape hadn’t a clue where she took off to.”

            “Then why come here?” he asked casually.

            “We know you took her out of the Department of Mysteries,” Ron said, sounding as if he were trying to intimidate the other wizard. “We know because you were seen helping her over to the floo and they heard you announce your home as your location where you were going. So like my mate asked, where is Hermione?”

            The witch in question pursed her lips. Where did they have the right to be doing this-this inquisition? Well, she would show them! She glamoured herself to look like a raven haired Italian model that she had seen in the last Italian Vogue. She wrapped a bed sheet around her body, licking her own lips as she did so.

            Drifting into the room, she slipped her arms around Blaise cooing, “Che cosa è predere così lunga, caro?”

            Hermione could feel him shiver at her words and soon found herself pinned to the nearest wall, as he growled, “Che cosa ho detto circa restare hel mio letto, il mio dolce?”

            She pouted as she murmured, “Ma il letto è così vuoto sense va, Blaise.” She kissed his jaw tenderly, covertly looking over to Ron and Harry who were staring at her stunned.

            Blaise’s arms went tightly around her, as his mouth descended upon hers in a hungry kiss that had her clinging to him. Pulling back, he caressed her face, as he murmured, “Sarò soltanto un momento, cara.” Blaise looked over to the other wizards who were staring at the mostly nude witch in front of them. He lifted the sheet up to cover up more of her, as he glared at the two who were now blushing for getting caught for staring. “As you can see, she isn’t here. As for where she went, I don’t know. And seeing as I have this beautiful witch in my arms and soon my bed, do you think I care?” He turned to the glamoured Hermione and murmured, “Dica arrivadaci a loro, il mio amore.”

            “Arrvadarci!” she called out as Blaise picked her up over his shoulder, leaving her to wave to them as they went back to the bedroom.

            He put her into the bed, saying, “Aspetti un momento, cara.”

            He went back out, telling the wizards, “I don’t know where she is. If I hear anything, I’ll floo call you.”

            With nothing more that they could do there, Harry and Ron left. Blaise warded the door and went back over to the bedroom. He stopped at the doorway, looking at Hermione with dark possessive eyes.

            “Since when have you spoken in Italian?” he asked her.

            “I had to learn it for work,” she told him. “Lovely language. Sorry I slaughtered it so.”

            “No, you did better than you give yourself credit for,” he told her. “Now remove the glamour.”

            “You mean Italian models aren’t to your tastes?” she asked, removing the sheet as she reclined on the bed.

            “I want Hermione Granger back in my bed,” he said as he went over to her. “We’ll play innocent Italian model and the naughty photographer some other time.”

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            Draco stopped in mid-pour to look over to Harry and Ron. He was frowning as he asked, “An Italian woman, you say? And she wasn’t a prostitute?”

            They looked to each other and it was Harry that said, “I don’t think she was. He covered her up more when he saw that we were looking.”

            “You’re married,” Draco said dryly.

            “I’m married, not dead,” Harry replied. “So this witch wasn’t a whore. What of it?”

            “It never occurred to you that it was Granger with a glamour and she wanted nothing to do with either one of you right now?” he asked them.

            “What do you mean?” Ron asked. “She was having fun at the last party.” He frowned and looked over to Harry. “Wasn’t she?”

            Rolling his eyes, Draco asked him, “How long ago did you and she break up?”

            “A month ago,” Ron answered. “But…”

            “I know. She’s the one that did the breaking up, but that wasn’t the question. Now, when exactly did you start dating Luna?”

            “Three weeks ago, but…” Draco held up his hand.

            “Just allow me to explain her point of view via the questions I’m asking. And when did you ask her to marry you?”

            “A week ago,” Harry was the one to answer this time.

            “And since that magical moment, how many engagement parties have you thrown for the blissfully happy couple in that one week, Potter?”

            Flushing he muttered, “Four.”

            “And how many more do you have planned?” When Potter didn’t say anything, Draco pushed, “How many?”

            He cleared his throat as he answered sounding more like he was asking a question. “More than a few?”

            “Did you expect her to go to each and everyone of them?” Draco inquired as he went back to pouring his orange juice. “She may not have wanted to marry Weasley. But did it ever occur to either one of you that being constantly reminded that he was able to not only find a woman so quickly after they broke up, but became engaged to said woman so very soon after might understandably hurt her a bit?” The two looked at him puzzled. “You two really are emotionally retarded, aren’t you?” Taking a deep breath he said, “Let me rephrase that, Weasley, if you had been the one to break things off and she not only started to date one of your brothers, but announced that she was marrying them two weeks after the breakup, how would you feel?”

            “But she isn’t dating any of my brothers,” he stated. “She thinks Bill has trust issues, Charlie is gay…”

            “He is,” Malfoy interjected. “But that’s for another conversation.”

            Glaring at him, Ron went on with, “Percy’s a prig, the twins are narcissistic…and damn, I think I know what he’s talking about now, Harry.”

            “And it only took fifteen minutes. My, but you have improved, haven’t you?” Draco murmured, only to be glared at by the two. “Who wants to be reminded rather frequently that they failed at a relationship? She may not have loved you, but you certainly got over her quickly didn’t you?”

            “Shit,” Harry sighed. “Ginny told me to back off with the parties, but I didn’t get what she meant. I thought she was saying I was drinking too much.”

            Draco was barely able to keep himself from rolling his eyes. “So now what?”

            “Now we have to find Hermione and…” This only had Draco shaking his head no to what Ron was saying.

            “If and when Hermione is up to dealing with either of you, I’m sure she’ll make it a point to find you. At the moment I’m certain that our friend is hiding from my father and Snape.” Smiling he said, “Wait until I tell you what those two are up to…”

TBC...

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Here's that conversation in English--

"What is taking you so long, beloved?" Hermione

"What did I say about staying in my bed, my sweet?" Blaise

"But the bed is so empty without you, Blaise." Hermione

"I'll only be a moment, beloved." "Say goodbye to them, my love." Blaise

"Goodbye!" Hermione

"Wait a moment, beloved." Blaise

Well, there it is. If it's at all confusing, by all means tell me and I'll straighten anything out that I must. Thank you for taking your time to read my story. I'd really appreciate it if you let a review to let me know how I'm doing so far. Thanks again and have a great day!
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