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His Blood	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Blaise Views: 8726 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N- Huge thanks to Eclectic Pet for being an awesome beta!
There were a few people standing in the entryway. They were all pale and looked at him with much more intensity than was exactly comfortable. But Hermione moved past them without a word. The place was darkly lit where you couldn’t really tell what the other patrons were up to. He had to wonder exactly what kind of private establishment this was when Hermione pulled him into a curtained off alcove.
“What kinds of things are you into now?” He couldn’t help but ask as he was seeing the little bookworm in a whole new light.
She only smirked at him as she sat down on the black leather couch against the back of the area. “I’ve opened my horizons over the last few years.” She said easily.
He was suddenly feeling uncomfortable around her, like somehow he was the prey. Blaise was never comfortable being the prey. “Well you know I can be just as kinky as the next guy.” He said trying to take back control of the situation. Had he ever had control? Working to take control of the situation. “But I…”
“I thought this was just a drink between old classmates.” She interrupted him looking amused at his discomfort.
“A drink, of course.” He said moving to sit next to her on the couch. There was no way he was going to let her intimidate him. “So why would the Ministry send you an envoy? Did you start some kind of weird cult?” He asked jokingly.
“No.” Hermione said with her same half smile as before.
Another beautiful creature delivered two glasses of red wine before retreating from their space without a word. Blaise picked his up for something to do and waited for her to elaborate.
“I run an organization that the Ministry finds…” She paused looking for the right word. “...intimidating. And what have you been doing since school?” She asked curiously.
“I’ve invested in a few projects. Do you know Shade?” He asked knowing the answer before he really asked. Shade was the place to be in wizarding London, there was no way she couldn’t have heard of it.
“No. What is that?” She asked seeming sincere.
“It’s a rather popular nightclub in Diagon Alley.” He said in a confused tone.
“I’ve been asked to stay out of Diagon Alley.” She said easily making him frown with interest and confusion.
“By who?” He asked sipping the rather good vintage of wine.
“The Ministry.” She said smiling fully for the first time purposefully showing him her sharp fangs.
“Seriously?” He asked as everything that he had seen fell into place. “How is this not known?” He was feeling so relieved to know what had been off that he wasn’t really thinking about the danger she could pose.
“I’m a private person. Most people think I’ve secluded myself to pursue further studies. Which I have in a way, but not the way they think.”
His eyes drifted to her glass of wine before shifting down to his own. “You don’t drink wine.” He said looking back to her.
She wet her lips before speaking. “No.”
“Is that blood?” He asked motioning with his head towards the glass.
“No. It is a prop to make you feel more comfortable.” She told him honestly. “I often don’t reveal what I am to people before we are in the heat of something that can’t be stopped.”
He took a large gulp from his own glass and wondered why she was playing with him like this. “Are you going to kill me?” He asked bluntly remembering how awful he had been to her in school suddenly.
“I don’t have to kill when I drink from someone. In fact…” She started moving closer to him and running light fingers down his chest. “...the bite can greatly enhance many sexual experiences. I often leave my partners satisfied and begging for more.” She told him as she leaned in to kiss his neck.
His hand moved to that mane of hair without thinking as her lips brushed the pulse point of his neck. “I’m not one to beg.” He told her as she moved to straddle his lap.
“They all say that.” She tells him sitting up and looking into his eyes. “They all disappoint in the end.”
“And what do I get if I leave you begging?” He asked finishing off his wine before setting the glass aside.
She laughed at this. “More than you could ever dream of.” She said with an amused tone. “Many have tried to conquer me Blaise Zabini; I doubt a human is going to achieve it.”
“I’m not just any human.” He said running his hands up her sides before pushing her blazer off her shoulders. Instead of letting it completely slip off her though he turned them to pin her against the seat of the couch with it still tangled around her arms.
She laughed at this looking up at him with amusement. “You know I could rip this fabric easily.” She said looking up into his eyes.
“But you’re not going to.” He said confidently. “You’re going to be a good girl because if you’re not I’ll stop rewarding you.”
He kept eye contact with her as he moved the back of his hand slowly up the inside of her thigh. She shivered under him at the gentle caress. “You’re more sensitive now aren’t you?” He asked having never been with a vampire before. Deadly creature or not he was feeling much more at ease now that he understood his situation.
“Yes.” She admitted shifting under him and spreading her legs.
He smirked down at her as his fingers slowly found her lace covered core. He couldn’t help but wonder what color they were. He didn’t know if he was hoping more for something bold or something innocent.
“Oh how I am going to make you come Hermione.” He promised as he looked down at her. He kept eye contact knowing she would fight him if he didn’t keep complete control.
“One bite and you will be putty in my hands.” She said but was still trying to move further against his hand. He wasn’t having it; he only gave her the pressure he wanted to, pulling his hand back as she pushed forward.
“Who said I was going to let you bite me?” He asked and when she was about to respond, probably pointing out how he wouldn’t be able to stop her, he pressed his fingers suddenly hard against her, the clit she had been trying to position against his fingers for the last few minutes.
She let out a moan instead, her head falling back a little as she enjoyed the moment. He rubbed the lace of her knickers against her ever-wettening quim and enjoyed the little mewing sounds she made at the feel.
“What a good girl.” He purred leaning down to kiss her exposed neck.
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