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Getting Ahead	By : iWRITE09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9398 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I truly feel awful for taking so long to update. I really hope I haven't lost too many of my readers because of it =

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Chapter Six – Blue in the Face

Hermione had almost been able to convince herself to avoid the Heads Common, but her Gryffindor bravery and pride had nagged her into facing the inevitable. ’Damn that bloody courageous good for nothing wizard Godric…’

Hermione stood outside of the portrait, for what seemed like ages to her, taking deep calming breaths of the chilly castle air. The rest of her day had zoomed by, leading her up to this point. She had lingered at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall with her friends for far longer than usual after dinner, rather than rushing off to the library – where she knew Blaise may be studying. Or worse, Malfoy. She smoothed her skirt down and ran a hand through her hair, a nervous habit she had picked up from Harry.

She would just have to get through this. Her post-orgasm soap bubble of bad girl ecstasy had popped about an hour after her encounter with Malfoy. Shame and regret had quickly taken its place. Sure, being dominated and sneaking around the castle with the proverbial forbidden fruit felt good. Ok, great…OK OK OK freaking amazing. ’But that just isn’t me.’

Hermione inwardly cringed at the thought of any of her Gryffindor house mates ever finding out about Malfoy, especially Ron or Harry. She’d probably have to transfer to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Squaring her shoulders, she finally whispered the password and entered the common room. To her surprise the room was nearly pitch-black; the only light was the smoldering ashes in the fireplace, left over from the night before.

’Blaise must be down in the snake pit.’ Hermione reasoned, undeniably overjoyed at the prospect of putting off her admission of guilt, even if only for a few hours.

Not two seconds later, her stomach dropped in dread. Blaise stood from the loveseat across from the fireplace.

“Hey…” She wasn’t sure where to start, what to say. What did he already know? Had Malfoy already blasted their shenanigans in the dungeon to the entire Slytherin brood?

Blaise approached her slowly, the set of his jaw and tense shoulders raised a red flag in Hermione’s mind. ’Run, Hermione. RUN!’ Her mind was screaming at her, her heart beat quickened. Her fight or flight instincts were firing up, but her feet were glued, no more like nailed, to the spot. Her hand itched to snatch her wand from her bag, but this was Blaise. Head Boy, he wouldn’t dream of hurting her and jeopardizing his position, right?

Blaise could hardly control himself from stomping his feet like a petulant child who had been denied a toy as he approached the petite Head Girl. He had day dreamed throughout meals and classes all day long about calmly addressing Hermione - asking her what exactly it was she desired that she was convinced Malfoy could give her, that he couldn’t. Certainly it wasn’t his best mate’s charming personality.

The ‘calmly addressing’ bit had been thrown out the window nearly an hour before with his seventh and eight shots of Firewhiskey. The first few shots had been to calm his nerves, the rest were thrown back in frustration. What could have possibly taken her so long to come back to the Heads Dorm? ’Probably out fucking around with Draco.’

Hermione opened her mouth to blurt out an apology, or an excuse perhaps, maybe even a warning to back off, but the moment her mouth opened Blaise wrapped both strong arms around her tiny waist and pulled her to him. Hermione quickly shut her trap. Obviously, Blaise was not in the mood to listen.

Blaise hugged her small, warm frame against his larger build. Pushing the strap of her bag from her shoulder, it dropped to the floor with a thud. He hugged her closer, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent. His intention when he first heard the portrait open had been to accuse her and degrade her motives for hanging around Malfoy – but when he stood and saw the regret written all over her face, he caved.

Sure, he’d have to play the victim for a while to make her see the error of her ways, but honestly he couldn’t wait to get around to the making up part. Blaise hid the small grin playing around his lips against the fullness of Hermione’s hair.

Hermione held perfectly still, unsure of what to do. Part of her wanted to hug him back and apologize until she turned blue in the face. The other part wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and snog him until she turned blue in the face.

Before she could make up her mind, Blaise spoke softly, his cool breath tickling the shell of her ear.

“All done whoring yourself out to Malfoy for the night? If so, I’d like my turn now.”

“No, Blaise, listen. About the detention, my robes-“

“Yeah, your robes. Did he rip them off of you down there in the dungeons? Is that what you like?”

“I’m not proud of what I did, but it’s honestly not what you think. If you’ll just listen for a second-“

“Save it.”

Easily, he scooped her light weight into his arms and dropped her unceremoniously onto the couch. A squeak of indignation was the only protest he heard.

The moment she landed, she struggled to stand up to put distance between herself and Blaise. He couldn’t honestly think she was whoring herself around!

“So do you charge? No matter, I’m sure you’re worth it.” At that Blaise couldn’t keep a straight face. He broke out into a grin, his adorable dimple not going unnoticed by Hermione.

“Blaise! Shame on you!” Hermione gasped, a small smile beginning on her face as well. “I thought you were serious.”

“Well, to be honest, I am half serious. I want to know what’s between you and Malfoy. Zabini’s don’t share.”

Hermione sighed deeply and looked down to her lap. Her mind reeled, where to start? He apparently didn’t know about the incident today. She felt the couch sink as he settled down beside her, and a gentle hand cupped under her chin, raising her face to peer into Blaise’s dark eyes.

“I was trying to be a tease. I wanted Malfoy to suffer through his detention I suppose. He made a lewd comment earlier in the day, and I…I don’t know. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Stupid I know.” She couldn’t bring herself to tell him about today after potions.

“Let me get this straight, you tried to tease a Slytherin?” Blaise could hardly keep his laughter contained.

“Well yes, I was trying but-“

“Merlin Hermione, what’d you think he was a bloody Hufflepuff or something?” Laughter shook his strong shoulders. “He probably tried to jump your bones.”

“Actually, that’s exactly what happened.” Hermione stated smugly, watching the humor melt from his face. ’He thinks I can’t be sexy enough to tempt a Slytherin, huh?’

“Well, you need to end things with him. Tonight.” Hermione quirked her eyebrow at his statement, which very closely resembled an order.

Blaise noticed the mischievous look in her brown doe eyes as a sexy little smirk graced her perfect full pink, pouty lips. Her retort came out in a purr that made his cock jump to attention, “And if I don’t?”

Blaise leaned in, placing a hand on each of Hermione’s thighs, and nipped at the soft flesh of her earlobe. He whispered a deliciously obscene consequence into her ear. Hermione let out a small gasp and blushed a Gryffindor worthy shade of crimson. Blaise couldn’t hold back any longer. He tilted his head and went in for the kill.

These weren’t the same sweet, gentle kisses from last night. These were hot blooded, jealousy provoked, aggressive Italian, toe curling kisses. Hermione moaned softly into his mouth. She found her hands had developed a mind of their own and, without her consent, had latched onto Blaise’s muscular shoulders.

Encouraged by Hermione’s enthusiastic reaction, Blaise slid his hands up her smooth thighs to her hips, pulling her into his lap. He groaned at the sensation of having the Head Girl straddling him, her warm core pulsating heat against his tented black slacks. He nearly lost it when she ground herself down against his erect cock. Breaking the kiss, he pressed his forehead against hers and took a deep breath, calming himself.

Hermione leaned in and pecked his lips once more before beginning to dislodge herself from his embrace.

“Whoa whoa tease, where do you think you’re going?” Blaise held tight to her hips.

“I have rounds tonight you over zealous beast, unhand me!” Hermione laughed and wriggled on his lap once again trying to climb off.

’Sweet baby Merlin…’ Blaise groaned inwardly at her beautiful body wriggling playfully on his lap, not even fully understanding what she was doing to him.

“Hurry back.” Blaise all but growled before capturing her mouth in one last searing kiss.

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Hermione retrieved her wand and robes from her bag before scurrying out into the halls for patrol. Her face and body were still pink and glowing, her hair probably looked a fright. ’Same old, same old.’ Hermione sighed to herself.

Sure she hadn’t been able to bring herself to tell Blaise about being fingered by his best mate, but she was confident it would be the last time. She would seek out Malfoy tonight during rounds and set this straight. Malfoy was all wrong for her. Deatheater family, pureblood supremacy upbringing, arrogant, and enemy numero uno to the golden trio – discluding Voldemort of course. Although if Harry or Ron found out about today, that may change as well.

What was she worried about? She doubted Malfoy would care. He would probably tell her he hadn’t expected or wanted another incident like that to occur either, and even regretted the first two. Hermione smiled to herself. Yes, in just a couple hours things would be sorted out with Malfoy, and she would be snuggling with Blaise.

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