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When You're Not Looking	By : MariaTeresaQuintanar Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Blaise Views: 8874 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Six

            “Do tell, why do you prefer to be on the bottom?” Blaise asked, as he was cooking.

            Taking a sip of her coffee, she told him, “I tried to explain this once to Ron. He had been complaining about his back and he wasn’t in the mood to be on top doing all the work, he said.”

            “Really? You’ve been participating every step of the way with me,” he murmured.

            “Yes, thank you, I do, but Ron was somewhat spoiled, as he was dating a tart off and on for some time. I could be a contortionist and he still wouldn’t be that impressed.”

            “She was that good in bed?”

            “Only acting from what I heard,” she said tightly. “From what I was told Lavender Brown could fake everything including her own death and it would be very believable.”

            Laughing he asked, “You’re jealous of her ability to fake an orgasm?”

            “No, I was angry for a long time that Ron compared how I was to her in bed,” she answered him honestly. “Talking about it just made it a bit too fresh in the mind.” She smiled at him. “And rest assured, I couldn’t fake it even if I tried.”

            He thought it over. “Do you love him?”

            “No, not like a lover should,” she replied. “He’s my friend and more than likely always will be, but I will never think of him that way.” She smiled. “I’m not pining for him.”

            This time Blaise smiled. “So you told me. Now get back to my question, cara.”

            Smiling into her coffee, she said, “Okay, okay, but it’s daft. Or at least that’s what Ron told me.” Taking another sip of her drink, she told him, “It makes me feel secure. Protected.” Hermione looked at her mug. “And then there’s the whole feeling engulfed by another being. I’m barely over 1.67 meters tall and when I’m on the bottom, all I can see for the most part is their chest.”

            “When I top you, I’ll make you look me in my eyes,” he said, serving her food to her.

            Puzzled, she asked, “Why?”

            “By only looking at a man’s chest, you make it impersonal. It could be any man fucking you and since you’re looking him at his chest, it might as well be,” he said, as he served his own food and went over to sit down next to her. “Impersonal, sì?”

            “I never realized that I was doing that.” Worrying her lower lip, she added, “I didn’t set out to do something of that sort.”

            “Many don’t,” he said, sitting down next to her and handing her a plate of food. “Mangi! Mangi!”

            She moved closer to him, nipping his shoulder. “I don’t think I could make it impersonal with you even if I tried.”

            He reached out and caressed her face. “I would stop you.”

            She nodded, turning her face to kiss his palm. “I would stop myself.” Blushing, she added, “I love watching you cum for me.”

            “Cara,” he scolded gently even as he was pushing the food out of their way so that he could sit her on the counter top. “We’ll never eat a proper meal at this rate.”

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            “Hermione told me the truth?” Bill asked, looking upset as he stood up. “And you didn’t think that I was open minded enough to understand?”

            “Time out!” Draco snapped. “Sit down and listen before you rage at him.”

            “I listened plenty and you know what I heard? That my brother didn’t trust his family to be there for him because of who he decides to sleep with!” Bill looked over to a now teary eyed Charlie. “I had to hear it from a shit faced Hermione Granger that my own brother was gay. How do you think that makes me feel now that I find out that it’s the truth?” He let out a long breath, sitting down hard as he went on, “Why didn’t you just tell me? I’m part lycan with an ex-wife that couldn’t deal with it despite claiming she could and for good reason, Charlie. I’m pretty difficult to live with. And even knowing all that, you couldn’t just tell me? I thought we were friends, as well as brothers.”

            “We are,” he answered. “It was just so…much. It doesn’t make much sense. It wasn’t until I met Draco at a party a few months ago that I was even willing to admit I was gay to myself, never mind to anyone else. And then there’s Mum.”

            Bill snorted. “As if you’re the only one to have to deal with the inquisition. I swear there have been times that I hear, ‘Have you met any nice witches lately’ in my sleep!”

            Smiling to himself, Draco took it upon himself to leave the two brothers alone to talk.

            Chuckling Charlie said, “And then there are all the witches she has set me up with.”

            “Hermione?”

            “Oddly enough, no, she has yet to set me up with her, but it was only a matter of time.”

            Clearing his throat, Bill said, “She told me that she…”

            “Yeah, about that,” he said, rubbing his own neck as he blushed. “That was just so weird.”

            “Why?”

            “Even if I were straight, it would have been difficult. I think of her as a sister.” Frowning Charlie added, “She was at the party with Draco. I think he set it up to make me admit to myself how I was, because Hermione doesn’t work that way. It didn’t help matters that she had a few drinks in her already as well.”

            “She told me that I had trust issues,” Bill murmured.

            “You do,” his brother told him. “But how couldn’t you be jaded with the way Fleur left you?”

            Bill nodded, leaning back on the lounge. “Is it too early for a drink?”

            Getting up Charlie answered, “It must be 5 pm somewhere.”

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            Hermione knew that Blaise was watching her as she dressed. She wished she didn’t have to leave, but she was expected over at her parent’s house for dinner that night and she doubted that her mother would accept any excuse. She turned to look at him, standing in the doorway. His eyes were dark and unreadable.

            “I don’t know what to say,” she murmured. “What we have is so new. Should I be feeling as if I’m cutting off my left arm by leaving? It isn’t goodbye forever.”

            A small smile twisted his mouth as he went over to her, taking her into his arms. “No, it isn’t goodbye forever.”

            “Is it silly of me for wanting to keep what we have to ourselves, if only for the moment?”

            “Given the fact you just broke up with Weasley? I think that would be a wise thing to do, cara. Will you floo me when you arrive back home?”

            “Yes,” she told him as he was walking her over to the front door of the flat. “I just might floo you before that if my mum and dad try to set me up on a date yet again.”

            “I can’t say as I ever played the knight defender before,” he replied, as she stepped out of the flat. “I think I can get accustomed to it. Arrivederci, bella.”

            “Arrivederci, amente.” Kissing him, she pulled away from him with a final caress to his face before she turned away and disapperated.

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            Harry sat quietly, looking up to the sun going down in the sky. He wished he had never thrown one party let alone the amount he had. Harry had known that it wasn’t a good idea for multiple reasons, but Ron had been so unhappy for so long that he would have done nearly anything. As a result, he managed to upset not only his other best friend, but his wife as well.

            Ginny walked out of the house, sitting next to him. “What’s the matter?”

            “Ron was so unhappy,” he muttered. “I only went along with the plan, because I wanted him laughing again.”

            “Oh Harry,” she cooed, hugging him. “Darling, if you wanted him jovial, you should have gone to the twins and get a prank to pull on him.”

            Her husband snorted with humor even as he hugged her back. “In other words, no amount of parties or fake engagements in the world would have worked?”

            “That goes without saying,” Ginny said quietly, kissing Harry’s cheek lightly. “Ron needs to find his own way towards happiness. And as much as you want to make everyone happy all the time, you can’t.”

            His arms went all the tighter around her. “Hermione will hate me when she finds out.”

            “She’ll be upset, but nothing worth killing over,” Ginny said light with humor adding, “Besides, Hermione has always been more of a letting the pain linger over a long time rather than…” He tickled her, making her roar with laughter. “Stop!”

            “No, I don’t think so!”

            “I…need to…breathe! I…surrender!”

            Laughing he stopped, chuckling as he pulled Ginny back into his arms. Kissing her, he said, “If you weren’t so damn cute, I’d put you over my knee.”

            Panting, she murmured, “I think I better check with my mediwitch before we do that again.”

            Frowning thoughtfully, Harry asked, “Why would you do that? You’re not sick are you?”

            “No, but she might have something to say what with the baby…”

            “Baby?” She smiled, nodding slowly. “We’re pregnant?”

            Laughing he hugged her all the tighter, he said, “Now that’s an excellent reason to throw yet another party, don’t you think?”

            “Another party?” she groaned.

            Scooping her up, he carried her into the house telling her, “It’s a private event with only two selected people receiving invitations. And that, my love, would be you and me.”

            Kissing his jaw, Ginny growled, “My favorite kind of party.”

TBC...

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Italian to English

Mangi-- eat

Amente-- lover

If the translations are incorrect, I apologize. My only excuse is my computer's translator. Any other mistakes, as I mentioned before, are all my own.

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