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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 Five

            “Of all the things that you could have chosen, I must admit that this isn’t one of them that came to mind,” Blaise said, reaching up to caress Hermione’s face.

            “All of my lovers…”

            “What sort of numbers are we speaking about?”

            “Five, but that’s besides the point,” she answered and went on with, “They all preferred to be on top. Mind you, I do actually like being on the bottom.” She let out a low moan as she moved her hips. “I’m not terribly politically correct in that fashion, I suppose. But I like it, even if a few of them were rather unimaginative in their choice of either missionary or doggy style only.” She rotated her hips, feeling his girth widen within her. “As a result of this, I’ve never had anyone explain or demonstrate how being on top can be a good thing.” She tightened her inner muscles making him hiss out a curse even as his hand on her hip tightened. “Nor have I had the opportunity to show off how my working out has paid off.”

            “You don’t work out, do you?” He looked at her lovely curvaceous body.

            “Some minor fitness routine in order to keep in shape, but that wasn’t what I was referencing. I do Kegel exercises.”

            “What are…” He gasped as the grasp of her cunt went ever tighter around his cock. “Merlin, witch! What was that?”

            She leaned down, kissing his mouth leisurely. “Kegel was a man that made up a set of exercises that improve a woman’s muscular control, as well as intensify a woman’s sexual experience by toning one’s…”

            “Oh fuck,” he breathed as she went as tight as a vice around him once again.

            “So? Do you like it?” she asked him, as she began moving on him once again.

            Sitting up, he caught her by her hair and ravaged her mouth, before muttering, “Something tells me I won’t be able to live without it.”

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            Molly Weasley blinked at the men in front of her with the vague notion that they should have been beyond this kind of explanation. “Now let me understand correctly—You announced that you were marrying Luna Lovegood and had all those parties as a way to make Hermione jealous?” She looked from her son over to Harry. Sighing heavily, she said, “Then you are just lucky, my boy, that you haven’t been hexed.”

            “But, Mum!”

            “Don’t ‘But, Mum’ me, Ronald Weasley! Of all the idiotic notions and schemes you could have come up with this must have been the worst one you could have…”

            “Hello…Oh, I see you’re busy,” Mr. Weasley said, turning to leave. “I’ll just be going back to the…”

            “No, lunch needs fixing. You’ll stay and speak some sense to your son!” She told him what they had only just explained to her. Smiling to the young men, she said, “We’re having pot roast in an hour. You have forty-five minutes to clean up.”

            Once she had walked away, both Harry and Ron looked over to the Weasley patriarch expectantly.

            He blinked, as he thought it over until he finally said, “Not the best thing you’ve ever come up with, eh?”

            “No, sir,” they both muttered.

            “How’s Hermione dealing with it?”

            “Uh, we don’t know yet,” Harry was the one to say. “We know she’s angry. But just how much so, we don’t know.”

            “And Ginny? How is she fairing?”

            “We’re planning her birthday party now,” Ron said flatly.

            This made Arthur smile, as he suspected the fact that her husband would have upset her with all the parties—especially the way Harry had acted after only, one or two celebrations for their own wedding?

            “Good, good,” he said, looking to his son. “And what about Miss Lovegood?”

            “She did it as a favor,” Ron said, looking rather morose as he told his father. “She’s actually engaged to someone else.”

            “Really?” There was a heavy pause between them before Arthur announced, “Very well, I’m off to my workshop! How long did your mum say I had before washing up?”

            “Forty-five minutes,” both of them answered even as the older wizard walked out waving to them both.

            They looked to each other for a moment in silence. Harry then asked, “Do you think he’ll remember?”

            “I doubt it,” Ron replied. “He stopped listening from the moment he announced where he was going.”

            Laughing Harry said, “I love your parents.”

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            “Something just occurred to me,” Lucius murmured, as he watched his lover getting up from the bed and strolling over to the bathroom.

            “What’s that?” Severus asked loudly as he turned on the shower.

            Getting up, Lucius stopped in the doorway, saying, “Do we even know anyone who is single?”

            “I know more than a few,” Severus answered dryly. “Now ask me if they are students at Hogwarts or not.”

            Snorting with mirth, Lucius went over to Severus. Leaning into him, he combed his messy hair out of his face. “Miss Granger is correct in that we aren’t the best matchmakers, are we?”

            “No, but I want to do away with my life debt to her, don’t you?”

            “You know I do. I’m only reevaluating our current plan to do so,” Lucius murmured, kissing the other man’s collarbone. “Hmm, Severus, care for me to wash your back?”

            Rolling his eyes, he answered, “I wouldn’t have bothered to shower here, if I didn’t.”

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            Hermione looked over her shoulder to Blaise, whose face was snuggled next to hers.

            “Can I ask you something?” she inquired quietly.

            “Anything.”

            “How did you get so good at sex?”

            “Practice makes perfect,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. “That and I have several books with explicit pictures, because men can’t read with a hard on.” This had her giggling at his joke. Smiling he kissed her ear, murmuring, “Hmm, how is it that you smell so good?”

            “Regular washing, good genetics, and a natural soap that I make myself,” she breathed, feeling him swelling once more within her. “I think I like spooning.”

            “Me too,” he muttered, capturing her mouth to begin to show her how much he did so.

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            “Why did you agree to it?” Ginny asked her friend, even as she was serving the two of them tea. “It’s not like you care for my brother that way.”

            “Well, I had nothing better to do,” Luna answered lightly. “My study was just published and I was left at loose ends at what to do next.”

            “And pretending to be engaged to my brother seemed like a fun thing to do in your free time?” Ginny asked, frowning in confusion. “What did Rolf have to say about this?”

            Luna’s tinkling laugh filled the air. “Oh he was fine with it.” She then showed Ginny the ring. “That’s his, you know. Ron never bothered to even get a toy ring for the ruse. Rolf bought me this and said that we were getting married just as soon as he was back from his trip into the Amazon next month.” Sighing happily she said, “Now that all this nonsense is over, I’m going off to join him.” Her blue eyes lit up with joy as she said, “He said he met some very lovely head hunters and that they were looking forward to my arrival.”

            “I bet,” Ginny replied, wondering if everyone involved was looking forward for the right reasons. “Are you sure they don’t want to make you the main course of dinner?”

            “Of course they don’t,” she replied. “Though Rolf told me I might want to cut off my hair or change it to look like Hermione’s least I end up with my head shrunk on the end of a necklace.” She leaned forward as she told her almost confidentially, “It appears they like blondes.”

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            Draco sat casually sipping his fire whiskey, as Charlie Weasley blinked at him in shock.

            “I’ve been outed?” the redheaded wizard asked in shock.

            “I don’t know why you’re making such a fuss,” the blond said casually. “It isn’t like you’ve been keeping it a grand secret. And besides since you aren’t the one and only heir, you won’t be expected to marry despite being a flaming queer, now are you?” Charlie only gave him a flat look at that. “Listen, my father’s so fucking gay, I’m shocked he could get it up long enough to impregnate any woman, let alone my mother—Merlin preserve her memory. And now he’s expecting me to do the very same. Where’s the justice in that I ask you?”

            “I told my brothers I wasn’t gay!” he exclaimed.

            “Charlie, what’s the text book definition of a homosexual man?”

            “A man that has sexual congress with other men.”

            “And have you not had sex with not one, but well over a dozen men?”

            “You know I have,” he told him. “But I can’t be gay!”

            “Says who? Because let me tell you, you can say it all you want, but it doesn’t stop it from being a fact—You’re a homosexual man.” He took another sip of his drink as he ended with, “Get over it.”

            “That’s easy for you to say, Malfoy,” he muttered, as he went to get himself a drink. “You have the support of your father.”

            “And you’d have the support of your family if you’d give them the opportunity to do so,” Draco said quietly. “They love you no matter what.”

            “My sex life is none of their business,” Charlie said as he took his first sip of whiskey.

            “Now we get to the rub,” Draco exclaimed with a smile. “You’re a prude! That’s amazing.”

            Frowning the other wizard asked, “Why?”

            “Given the fact that I’ve seen you at more than one orgy, you mean?” he drawled. “It’s a fucking mind trip!”

            Rolling his eyes, he sat down hard and leaning forward onto his knees with his forearms. “What am I going to do?”

            “If I thought it would help in the least, I’d offer to obliviate them for you. But it wouldn’t, and you know it.” Draco got up and sat next to him, rubbing his back to sooth him. “Love, you can’t let this rule your life. Your sexuality doesn’t have to consume your entire existence.”

            Charlie finished off his drink and sat back on the lounge, looking over to Draco. “Why do you put up with me and my moments of drama?”

            Smiling Draco curled up next to him, saying, “I could say something crass, but the truth of it is that I like you, Charlie. Besides these very few episodes of drama, you’re rather down to earth.”

            Laughing he said, “You know if it weren’t for you, I’d have never settled down?”

            Smiling smugly Draco said, “Yes.”

            Looking back over to the ceiling, he asked, “I’m going to come out to my family, aren’t I?”

            “More than likely,” Draco murmured. “But given everything else that’s going on at the moment, your preference in bed will be a minor issue.”

TBC...

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Hey! That's chapter five finished. Hope you liked it. Please write a review to let me know what you think of it so far.

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