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His Blood	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Blaise Views: 8724 -:- 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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Blaise woke with a start. He sat up panting and looked around to see where he was, but he couldn’t really make out anything in the room. Everything was so bright as if there was just too much to see at once. He had no idea where he was or how he got there.
“Such a stupid boy.” A familiar voice said and her voice was more like music than he ever remembered. He was on her in a flash before he even knew what he was doing, before he could even see straight he somehow instinctually had her pinned against the wall.
“What is going on?” He growled as her eyes started to come into focus, they were wide with shock.
“What do you remember?” She asked trying to get loose of his hold.
He released her and stepped back as the lavishly decorated space came into focus. “I remember your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, and how very talented you were at making me come.”
Hermione stayed where she was against the wall as he started to pace. He noted a slight pinkness to her cheeks at his words. “Do you remember biting me?” She asked her hand going to a bruise on her neck.
He was on her again, looking closely at the mark he had left the night before. The marks of his teeth were gone, but the bruise was still a dark purple. “Yes.” He said wanting to lick the spot where he had marked her as his.
She bore her neck to him naturally and he followed the powerful instinct to taste her flesh once again. He bit her easily this time. His sharp teeth breaking her skin as if it were nothing. She moaned pressing herself against the bite as he drank the molten delight from her neck. She tasted like the best chocolate he had ever tasted.
It was a long moment before he flung himself backwards as he realized he was drinking her blood. Looking back at her, she was panting and trying to get herself under control.
“You drank my blood.” She said slipping down the wall slowly. “If I didn’t turn you, you would have died.”
“I’m a vampire.” He said feeling his teeth and licking the last of her blood off them.
“Yes.” She said closing her eyes as she held a hand to her wound. “It isn’t really proper to drink from your…” She started but suddenly he was on her again, looking deeply into her amber eyes.
“Mine.” He growled taking her lips in a forceful kiss. Proving his ownership of her seemed as important as breathing used to be. She fought him this time trying to push his form off her. Pinning her to the floor this time he locked his lips with hers until she conceded to his control. He wondered at how much physically stronger than her he now seemed.
When she finally hesitantly relented to his will he pulled back to look into her eyes. “Mine.” He repeated seriously.
“Your Queen.” She replied firmly.
“You’re a vampire Queen.” He said letting that mill around in his scattered brain. “What am I?”
“You’re my child. I made you.” She said and he was already shaking his head. “What don’t you understand?”
“You are mine.” He said again needing her to concede for an unknown reason.
She stilled under him for a moment and looked seriously up into his eyes. “I’ve killed men for making such claims.” She told him coldly.
“That is only because they were wrong.” He said letting go of her hand so that his hand could wrap around her neck. “I’m not.” He said as he fought the urge to rut with her until she gave into his will.
“I am the leader here. You will get off me before I do to you what I did to my sire for making such claims.” She growled making his hand tighten around her neck.
“Why do I need to own you?” He growled back shaking as his brain started to fight back against his instinct.
“Step back Blaise, let me get you some blood.” She said seeing that he was calming down.
He nodded getting off her and moving to his feet. He wanted to offer her his hand to help her up as well, but thought better of it. “I’m a vampire…” He repeated as she reminded him with the offer of blood.
“You are. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do it to you. Usually there would be a long conversation about what the changing would do to you before we would even offer such a thing.” She told him moving to the door.
It was then that he noticed his sight was becoming much clearer, in fact, it was much clearer than it had been yesterday. He was noticing every detail in the room around him and it was a distracting thing until his eyes crossed her form once again.
Instead of a suit today she wore, a well cut dress that would look both powerful and seductive in any boardroom. It was tan in color and had large tortoiseshell buttons down one side. Her mane of hair had been pinned up and netted in the back by a golden modern style snood. It was messy after their tussle, but he could see how professional she once looked.
“Why do you dress like a businesswoman?”
“I am a businesswoman.” She said opening the door and speaking softly to the person outside. “He is ready to eat.” She said so softly he was surprised that he understood her so clearly.
“What kind of business?” He asked curiously, when she closed the door. His eyes traveled further down her form as he spoke, noting the run in one of her stockings, probably also due to their tryst.
“I run every coven in the eastern region of England. That is a total of over two hundred vampires. Over sixty of which live right here in London. We have many properties and businesses that must be overseen.”
“So you run a small empire.” He said looking down to see she wore no shoes. He had somehow been expecting killer stilettos to complete the outfit.
“Yes, which is why I cannot tolerate any sort of claim you wish to make on me.” Her words were even, but still triggered something in him.
He wanted to throw her down again, fuck her until she relented and accepted that she belonged to him, but this time he was ready for such feelings and had only taken a step towards her before he stopped himself.
“Why do I feel like I need to punish you for saying that?” He asked knowing he would have never tried such a thing on a woman before.
“It’s natural for most vampires to pair off. There are two distinct classes among our kind. We call them the Consort and the Master. It is obvious that you are a capable Master, and your instincts sense that I am a consort without one. So it is your natural drive to claim me.”
“Consort.” He said testing the feel of the word in his mouth. “You are my consort.” He told her, his hands clenching into fists as he fought the instinct she described.
“No. I will bow to no Master.” She told him swallowing whatever other comments she wished to make.
The movement drew his eyes to her neck again, the bruise and the new wound making him growl. “I’ve already claimed you. You are mine.” He said looking back into her eyes as he stepped forward.
Her hand went to the wound on her neck, a flash of fear lighting her eyes, as there was a knock at the door to distract them both. The tall man from the night before stepped in shortly after and Blaise didn’t have time to see what he had before he had placed himself between the new vampire and Hermione. “Mine.” He growled threateningly and barring his fangs at the other man.
“Oh no…” The man said looking a bit panicked and quickly closing the door so he could set down the tray he had been carrying. “Do you want me to kill him my Lady?” The man asked seriously, as his eyes turned to Hermione.
“Don’t look at her.” Blaise said stepping in the other man’s way. “You won’t take her she is mine.”
“I don’t.” Hermione said softly behind him. “I…”
“He has made a claim my Lady.” The other vampire said without even acknowledging Blaise. “If he isn’t dead at your hands already I could still break his neck.”
“You can’t take her!” Blaise growled wondering why he was being ignored.
“He bit me…” She said in a distracted way.
“Last night when he was human, when it didn’t count.” The man said sounding a bit pleading now.
As he stood and watched the two, he started to realize a few things. The first and most calming was that this man was not a rival. Everything from his body language to his smell screamed submissive. The second was that there was hot blood in the room. Blaise quickly moved past the man to pick up the goblet on the tray he had brought it. He downed the steaming liquid. It wasn’t nearly as good as drinking from his consort, but it was still wonderfully delicious, with flavors of almond and smoke.
When he had tuned back into their conversation, he could hear distress in the man’s voice. “Let me kill him now, before anyone else sees.”
“I-I don’t want you to.” She said sounding worried herself.
Licking his lips, he frowned as he looked back and forth between the two of them. “Why do you want to kill me?” He asked, as he was able to focus in and realize that is what they had been discussing.
The tall man just frowned at him and looked back to Hermione. “My Lady, what is going to happen if anyone finds out about him? Think of your people.”
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