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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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Chapter Four

            Blaise caught Hermione’s foot as she raised it up to tug at his boxers. Lifting it up further, he placed a kiss on the top of it. Soon he was kissing down her calf, pausing now and again to nip her lightly. He looked up to see her panting irregularly and clutching at the pillow behind her head as she watched him intently. With the utmost care, he licked the sting away from a recent bite and moved ever closer to his goal.

            Hermione lurched at the feel of his fingers tracing, as he widened her labia. He smiled wickedly up to her as the tip of his finger traced her swelling clit. Hermione let out a low moan, as she was biting her lower lip.

            Before she knew it Blaise was over her, kissing her mouth. He tugged her lower lip out of her mouth. “Let me hear you, cara.”

            Her fingers laced through his hair, pulling him into a kiss as her feet pushed down his boxers to his calves. Hermione gasped as he rubbed his erection across and through the slit of her sex.

            “Fuck me,” she demanded softly against his mouth, making him chuckle breathily.

            “So insistent, cara.” He gave her jaw a gentle nip. “Making love isn’t a race to be won. It is a feast, something I don’t think you are familiar with.” Nuzzling her neck, he went on with, “Before we’re done, you’ll know exactly what I mean.”

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            “After reading all her answers, I’ve come to some very important conclusions,” Lucius said to his friend who sat in front of the fire with a book in hand.

            “What would those be?” Severus asked, looking up from his text.

            “One, we should have let the girl use a Quick-Quotes Quill as everything past page fifteen I can’t make heads or tails of.”

            Rolling his eyes he muttered, “And?”

            “Two, the minx must be flexible as a contortionist as the girl has been doing yoga for several years.”

            “Let me see that,” Severus demanded, getting up and going over to the desk. He took the paper from him and snorted. “The question was ‘Is there something you love?’ And her answer was ‘Yogurt. I’ve been consuming it for years.’ Put on your damn reading glasses, you vain peacock!”

            Glaring at him, Lucius did just that, took the papers from him and reread them. “Oh, well that’s something else all together, isn’t it?”

            Muttering to himself about vanity, Severus went back over to his chair. “Do go on with your evaluation.”

            “And three, I haven’t a clue whom we could set her up with,” he answered, tossing all the papers in his hands to the desk. “Why must she be so banal in her answers?”

            “The trouble comes not with her, but with the state of the survey we made her fill out. It was mundane poppycock and you know it. At one point you asked if she liked the color blue. What wizard bloody well cares if she likes any color, let alone blue? We want to know if she gives head voluntarily, has sex on the first date, and if she cares if we leave straight away once we recover from our sixth orgasm of the night.”

            “Those are inquries as to a sexual companion, not a life mate, you ill refined, antisocial clod.” Lucius was silent a moment. “Finding the chit a life partner will be more difficult than we first thought.”

            Severus nodded to this, but said nothing.

            Frowning Lucius turned to him, asking, “You have had six orgasms in one night? How in the name of Merlin can you do that?”

            “I was blessed,” Severus answered.

            “It’s certainly not a blessing if you go off before your partner,” he drawled. “Now that would be a bloody mess.”

            “I told you I was blessed, but not in what,” Severus told his friend. “I’m blessed with a large supply of personal potions that I brewed for myself for those intimate moments and the knowledge just when to use them.”

            “Why, dear friend, did you work only on the sexual end of it all I wonder?”

            “What do you mean?” he asked.

            “Dear Lord, given your personality alone, I’m shocked you’re still not a virgin today!”

            Severus tossed his book aside and went over to Lucius. Leaning over, looking intently into his eyes, he asked, “Do you give a rats ass how I inquire as to fucking?”

            “No,” he breathed.

            “When I’m buried balls deep in you, do you once think of my abrasive personality?”

            “No,” he repeated, this time sounding breathier.

            “And when you fuck me, do you care one wit if my malicious persona irritates if not hurts others?”

            “No, I don’t.” Lucius reached out and caressed Severus’s face with the back of his knuckles. “You’ve never cum six times with me at one go.”

            “That’s because I never have to take the potions to get hard and stay that way with you,” he murmured, leaning into the other man about to kiss him. “Never with you.”

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            Ginny looked at both her brother and husband flatly. Crossing her arms over her chest she asked in a far too calm voice, “You thought I was what?”

            Blushing Harry said, “I told you I was sorry.”

            Rolling her eyes, she snapped, “I swear with the way the two of you are carrying on about this wedding, you’d think it was the first one to happen ever!” She went over to her brother. “You never made a fuss of any sort over Hermione, the woman you referred to as the love of your life. You certainly got over that grand romance quickly enough, didn’t you, Ronald?” She went over to Harry. “And you…”

            “What about me? I never made a fuss over his romance with Hermione.”

            “No you didn’t. Nor have you ever made such a stink over your own with me.” Her husband cringed, as she poked him in the chest. “Were you planning to throw parties nearly every night until the deed was done? You never showed such flare for the party planning when we were about to get married. I had to do the planning and the preparation for the wedding without your help. You even had the nerve to complain that we supposedly had to attend ‘far too many celebrations’ when all we had were two pre-wedding parties...”

            “Oh shit,” Ron whispered.

            “Two parties in six months time is nothing!” she screamed. “My fool of a brother announces but a week ago that he asked Luna to marry him. Ron never even said if she answered him in the positive and before I know it you’ve become the bloody party planner of the fucking millennium!” Ginny looked from one then the other. “I don’t care if you plan parties from now until the sun goes cold, but the next parties you propose better be for my birthday and our anniversary, Harry. Because if they aren’t, I’ll go to Hermione and I will ask her for one of the foulest, no nonsense, obscure hexes she knows. And it will most assuredly be far worse than any bat boogie hex I could toss your way.”

            Ginny charged out of the sitting room and slammed the door, making both of the men flinch.

            Harry turned to Ron, glaring at him as he muttered, “I told you this was a bad idea.”

            “I know.”

            “Luna even told you it wasn’t the wisest of plans,” Harry went on.

            “I know,” Ron whispered, sitting down hard. “But it was the only thing I could think of to get Hermione back!”

            “Trust me,” his best friend told him. “It didn’t work. It wouldn’t have even on the best of days. Because when it comes to it, she may love you as a friend, but she didn’t come close to liking, never mind loving you as a boyfriend, Ron, and you know it.”

            “She looked so angry! I thought for sure it was working,” he whined.

            “Only if the plan was to make her pissed on fire whiskey and upset that she was so easily replaceable,” Harry snapped. “Was that your plan, Ron? Because I didn’t see that being the outcome you might have cared for and I was in on this foolishness with you from the start.”

            Sitting down hard, Ron muttered, “It’s really over, isn’t it?”

            “It has been for a while now,” his friend answered as kindly as he could.

            Sighing, he sat back in the lounge, asking, “What now?”

            “We plan for Ginny’s birthday party,” Harry replied, sitting down as well. “Because if we don’t organize the biggest and best event ever, I dread to think of the hex Hermione will be teaching my sweet wife.”

            “You beat a dark lord,” Ron said, looking at his friend confused.

            “You’re an auror,” Harry stated. “You know there are worse things out in the world other than the killing curse. After all, you can only die once, my friend. Just you bet they’ll come up with a spell far worse and it’ll last years longer.”

            Swallowing thickly, the youngest Weasley male asked, “So are we going to rent a hall or what?”

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            Perspiration was dotting Hermione’s skin, as she felt Blaise’s tongue tracing the inner lips of her sex. Was he deliberately avoiding her clit, she wondered, just before his nose rubbed the nub. She let out a low keening, attempting to push her cunt all the harder against his face. This only had him laughing against her, making her growl in frustration.

            “My poor sweet girl,” he cooed as he moved up her body, biting at the soft fullness of the side of her breast. “So needy for a fucking.”

            “Yes!” she gasped, as his fingers plunged into her sex.

            “Ride my fingers,” he whispered his order. “Let your body tell me how badly in need you are.”

            Hermione humped his fingers, as she felt his mouth hungrily kissing and nipping at her breasts. Soon enough he moved to her mouth. Both mouths battled for dominance, as he continued to frig her cunt.

            Blaise ripped his mouth from hers, ordering in a growl, “Cum for me. Now!” His fingers pinched her clit with that last word and soon Hermione was screaming in climax, not once, but several times.

            Soon she lay lax next to him, trying as she might to catch her breath. Blaise leaned over, kissing her forehead, as he murmured, “Did that take the edge off, Hermione?”

            “Yes,” she panted, reaching out and combing his hair out of his face. “What now?”

            He took her hand kissing her palm. “Anything you want.”

            “Anything?” she asked, her eyes going a bit wider.

            “Anything at all.”

            “That’s quite a bit,” Hermione breathed, biting her lower lip in thought. “I’ve never been offered anything I wanted from a lover before.”

            Smiling wickedly, Blaise said, “I was hoping that was the case.”

TBC...

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And there went chapter 4! Thanks for taking the time to read my story and as usual, please review. Have a wonderful day!
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