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Change of Mind	By : hermyoneminusone Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Blaise Zabini stumbled into the Slytherin Common Room, irritated and frustrated. Ignoring all eyes that followed him, he swiftly made his way to his dorm room. Blaise was in a small storm of rage after an encounter with a blonde Ravenclaw. He had never really been rejected by any girl he had been interested in before, and quite frankly, he didn't really think it possible.
He slammed the door to his dormitory, and sat down on his bed.
He angrily replayed the scene in his mind that happened only minutes ago.
Blaise stood in the hall, students passing him in a flurry to get to their next class on time. He spotted a small figure with golden blonde hair coming his way. He smiled to himself.
He smoothly maneuvered himself around the bustling students, the little head of cascading blond hair coming closer and closer with each step he took.
“Amelia,” he said in a suave, deep voice.
The petite Ravenclaw turned to him, her aquamarine eyes focusing on his face.
“Yes?” She asked delicately.
“May I have a moment of your time?”
Amelia nodded suspiciously, but made her way to the Slytherin.
“Before I ask, do you have any classes right now? I would hate for you to be late because of me.” Blaise knew her answer would be no, for he had planned this moment out so that they couldn't be interrupted.
“Um, no. I have a free period right now.”
“Will you walk with me?” He asked.
Amelia nodded again.
“I am aware that you don't know me very well, and I don't want to impose on you. I simply want to suggest that – ”
Amelia cut him off. “Listen. I know who you are, Blaise. And I know what you are going to ask.”
Blaise lifted a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
“And just for the sake of time, I'm sorry, but I'm not really interested.”
Blaise's face showed no emotion. He took a long, drawn-out breath.
“May I ask, if it is not too personal, what are you interested in then?” He ground out, attempting not to sound too haughty or offended.
Amelia looked at him, surprised at his question. She saw a flicker of anger in his eyes.
“Well, not that it's any of your business, but I have my sights set on another Slytherin.”
Blaise remained silent, waiting for her to continue.
“You probably know him. Draco Malfoy, I mean.”
Blaise had to hold back from whipping out his wand and obliterating something.
“Yes, I do know him.” Blaise said, attempting to conceal the rage he felt. His dark figure towered the petite blonde's for a few more moments.“Well, it seems that I could be spending my time elsewhere doing something much more productive.”
He turned around, and made his way to the Slytherin Common Room.
Blaise felt a vein in his temple beginning to throb. He needed to calm down, relax.
He suddenly remembered the bottle of Firewhiskey that Goyle kept in his drawers.
Blaise smirked as he made his way to his housemate's dresser. Goyle was the only one stupid enough not to put a locking charm on his belongings. He finally found the bottle of Firewhiskey, along with something else: it appeared they had never really finished that flask of Polyjuice Potion that they had used so long ago. There was still some left, enough for a little over an hour...
Blaise had an idea. It was not in his nature to be desperate, or to yearn after a girl. The girls were supposed to yearn for him, but he was really lusting after that damn Amelia Curvhart.
Forgetting about the Firewhiskey, he made his way to Draco's bed. After inspecting the area carefully, he found a strand of white blonde hair.
Blaise held the hair delicately in the palm of his hand, staring at it. He was caught in the middle of a decision. If he did this, he could potentially get himself into a sticky situation with unforeseen consequences. On the other hand, he could just get what he wanted, and tell the girl that it was a one-time thing. He had, after all, transformed into Draco before. It wouldn't hurt to do it just once again, and besides, Draco would never find out.
~*~
Hermione was in her dorm room, lying on her bed, lost in thought. For as long as she could remember, she had a penchant for over analyzing almost everything she came across. Be it a book, a homework assignment, or even what to have for dinner. She didn't know why she did it, but it usually worked out to her advantage, especially when it came to schoolwork.
What she found the most mind-boggling at the moment was how little time she spent thinking about her relationship with Draco. She expected her thoughts to be immersed in him constantly, when in reality she only thought about him a few fleeting moments a day. This did concern her a bit, considering the sexual nature of their current relationship, but overall, she found that her mind was at peace when it came to the blonde Slytherin.
She didn't understand how they came to be, but she didn't let herself fret about it. Maybe that's what sex did to you? Maybe it stopped you from worrying about every little thing? She had felt more restful lately, and she felt a certain smug glow about herself. Smug. Hm, that didn't sound as bad as she imagined it would have. Hermione knew that she didn't have any romantic feelings for him, but that didn't change the way she felt about what was going on. She was content, and that was the only way she could put it. Her only concern was having Harry or Ron find out about their relationship, but she pushed that to the back of her mind, certain that they wouldn't find out as long as she took caution.
She was going to see Draco later that day, and she was willing to bet a limb that he wouldn't hand over her book without some type of physical payment. She shivered in delight at the thought. No matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn't get herself to feel guilty about what she was doing with the Slytherin. Maybe the enormity of her actions hadn't hit her just yet? Or maybe, she was over-thinking it, as usual. Shrugging it off, Hermione decided to head down to dinner, looking forward to her post-meal escapade.
~*~
Blaise Zabini stalked the halls of Hogwarts, very convincingly disguised as Draco Malfoy. Attempting to find the Ravenclaw Common Room, he had strayed uncomfortably far from the dungeons, and he found himself to be rather lost.
He vaguely remembered someone talking about the Ravenclaw Common Room's location, saying something about a portrait of a fat old lady. At least, that is what he remembered. He walked up a few flights of stairs, and simply wandered about the castle, trying not to look too suspicious, and trying not to squander too much time.
He heard some footsteps behind him, hoping that it was a Ravenclaw student that he could follow to their Common Room. To his dismay, he saw Hermione Granger walking in his direction. He tried to look nonchalant; hopefully she wouldn't give him any crap about where he was at the moment.
To his immense surprise, Granger looked rather pleased when she saw him, and she increased her pace towards him.
Blaise did not know what to do. Were Malfoy and Granger on speaking terms? Was he supposed to make a snarky comment about her appearance? Should he simply ignore her?
Hermione walked up to him, and looked around, ensuring they were alone.
“What are you doing up here?” She asked, attempting to hide a small smile.
Blaise raised an eyebrow. Granger looked and sounded a bit... too friendly. His interest was officially piqued.
“I thought we agreed to meet after dinner?” Hermione continued.
He had to restrain himself from raising both his eyebrows in shock; this was too good to be true. Was dearest Draco screwing the Gryffindor bookworm? There was only one way to find out.
Blaise flashed Hermione a Malfoy trademark smirk, and closed the space between them. She didn't make any move to leave, nor did she act as though the position they were in was unusual in any way. Check.
“I just thought that we could see each other... a bit before scheduled. Is there a problem with that?” He asked innocently, leaning in closer.
Hermione shifted her feet at his sudden proximity. There was something unusual about his cologne; it wasn't the spice that she had encountered before.
“I – erm – well I suppose that could be arranged.” She said breathily as he eyed her over.
Blaise decided to up the ante. This move was going to make it or break it. He boldly snaked an arm around Hermione's small waist, and firmly grabbed the ample flesh of her arse. He half expected her to hex him, but when she gasped in surprise at his audacious movement, he knew that he had hit the jackpot.
Oh how sneaky Draco was, enjoying this tasty treat all to himself... Blaise silently mused.
Hermione Granger was no Amelia Curvhart, but he didn't mind trading her up for the latter under the circumstances.
He gave her arse another squeeze before taking her lips in a hungry kiss. Hermione responded fervently, tangling her fingers in his fine blonde hair. She pushed herself onto him, and he could feel her breasts crushing against his abdomen. Blaise almost groaned at the contact; he didn't expect Granger to be so fierce and straightforward with him. Her tongue sought his as the kiss deepened, and she eagerly began to explore his hot mouth through their intimate embrace.
After a few moments, Hermione pulled herself away from the scorching kiss and took in a few breaths of air.
“Oh Merlin...” She muttered to herself, eyeing their less-than-private surroundings.
He frowned. She better not chicken out on him; he wasn't going to walk all the way back to his common room unsatisfied. Far from abandoning him, Hermione grabbed his hand and led the way to a hidden hallway adorned with large tapestries and alcoves. Blaise was pleasantly surprised; he wouldn't have known that this particular hallway existed unless he lived at that level of the castle. Hermione looked around tentatively as she settled herself into one of the deeper alcoves.
Blaise smirked again. They were going to fuck in public. Kinky. He dutifully began to strip Hermione of her clothing, not wanting to waste any time. She followed suit, scraping her nails along his bare skin as she undressed him. Blaise could feel the bulge growing in his boxers as he took in the sight before him. Mudblood or not, Granger was a sight for sore eyes.
Hermione took out her wand to cast a Silencing Charm, but Blaise grabbed her wand and tossed it out of her reach. She opened her mouth in protest, but he brought a long finger to her lips.
“We'll just have to use our inside voices, won't we love?” He whispered, biting the tender flesh of her earlobe.
Hermione shuddered as he pressed himself against her, and she could feel his erection against her inner thigh. Blaise sucked the skin of her neck viciously, leaving hickeys in his wake. He squeezed her breasts and gently pinched her nipples, earning a quiet moan. He took a breast in his mouth and sucked on her erect nub as though it were candy. Hermione muffled a groan with her fist. Blaise slithered a pale hand under her knickers and he was pleased to find that she was wet and ready for him.
He released her breast with a slight pop, and he pulled down his boxers to reveal his engorged member. Hermione eyed his cock lustfully. She bit her lip as she sat up on the edge in the alcove. Blaise positioned himself into her entrance, teasing her slick folds with his pink head. Hermione was finding it more difficult with each succeeding second to contain her moans, especially when he slid his cock against her aching clit. Without warning, he dipped his head into her tight entrance. Hermione arched her back at the sudden intrusion. She could feel the pleasure begin to pool in her belly.
“Oh my fucking God...” Blaise hissed out, burying her head into her shoulder. One thing was for sure: he had never had pussy this tight before. Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he pulled out all the way and slammed back in.
Hermione gave a squeak at his sudden roughness. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, pushing herself closer to him. His pace was unexpected, but once she felt the pleasure in her core intensify, she didn't care.
Blaise grabbed her by the waist and angled her so that he had better access to her molten entrance. Hermione gasped at the sudden shift. Every time he plunged back inside of her, his groin rubbed deliciously against her sensitive little nub. Hermione dug her nails into his back, feeling her orgasm creep from the extremities of her body.
“Oh... Please Draco, just like that!” She gasped out, rocking her hips against his.
Blaise growled in frustration. He had momentarily forgotten whose body he was in, and he didn't like hearing Malfoy's name on her lips... not when it should be his. He pumped into her more ferociously, nearing his own release. The sound of slapping skin grew louder as each second passed, and Hermione gave up on trying to contain her moans.
Blaise pushed his cock in until he was buried in her, and he rhythmically moved his hips against her without pulling out. He was fully engulfed in her heat, and he could feel her beginning to contract around him.
“Oh! Yes, just like that!” Hermione pleaded, tightening the grip around his waist with her legs, basking in the incredible feeling of being so completely filled.
Hermione bit into his shoulder to keep from crying out as she came. Each wave of her orgasm crashed through her body and she could feel her pussy walls tremble violently around his cock. She struggled to catch her breath as she rode out her intense climax, whimpering as the Slytherin on top of her steadied her trembling body.
The sight of Granger cumming was so erotic; her back arched up and he could feel her taut nipples against his chest, she held on to his shoulders so fiercely he was certain that she drew blood, and her face was twisted into something that could only be identified as pure ecstasy.
He let that wash over him as he felt himself near the edge; he had made the untouchable Hermione Granger moan at his touch, he had made her body quake in pure pleasure. Oh yes, he was over the edge now. Blaise grunted as he felt the hot spurts of his thick release fill her. He pumped into her spent core a few more times, then pulled out completely. They were both panting, and Hermione reached her hand up to cup the side of his face.
Blaise froze instinctively. He didn't know how a post-coital Malfoy usually behaved (nor did he ever want to find out), but he would have none of this romantic, mushy crap. His body was still tense as Hermione leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. Blegh.
He looked into her eyes and saw something unusual. It looked almost like... tenderness? No, this was going too far. This girl was delusional. He knew Draco fairly well, and he was certain that he would do the same thing he was about to do now. It would be beneficial to everybody in the end.
Blaise pulled back and picked up his discarded clothes. Hermione hopped off the alcove and began to dress herself.
“Listen, Granger,” Blaise began, choosing his words carefully.
Hermione looked up at him, still buttoning up her blouse.
“This has been fun and all, but I'm going to end it right here. I don't usually see a girl more than once, and let's be real here... you're no exception.” He tried his best to keep from smirking, but he didn't succeed.
He could see something go off in Granger's face, although he wasn't sure what. No matter.
“Although time spent with you will be memorable, I believe it is an appropriate time for me to say adieu.”
He took a few silent moments to clasp his robe on securely.
“What about my book?” Hermione asked, her eyes narrowed.
What bloody book? Blaise sighed in frustration. He didn't give a fuck about her book.
“I tossed it out,” He said casually.
Hermione's eyes flashed murder. That was his queue to leave. Plus, he was certain the hour was almost up...
Hermione picked up her wand. Oh shit.
“Now, now Granger, we don't want to cause a scene here, do we? After all, isn't your common room around here somewhere? You wouldn't want your fellow Gryffindors discovering what you've been up to, would you?” Blaise uttered his last few words slowly, confident that she would not strike.
She faltered at his words. He was right. Blaise swiftly turned around and made his way to the Dungeons, certain that he just saved his blonde friend from making a huge mistake.
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