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His Blood	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Blaise Views: 8724 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A fire lit in her eyes when the man nearly accused her of shirking her responsibility. He wondered if she would kill the vampire in front of him, and frowned at how unconcerned with death he felt now. He didn’t like that part, it reminded him too much of his time as a child being taught that some people simply didn’t deserve to live. Being truly at the top of the food chain, he guessed this coldness towards life and death was a natural part of what he was now, but was there a way to fight that off?
“Out.” She said pointing to the door. “I will figure this out and I will not let my people down.” She said bringing herself up and showing the man the cold, intimidating figure she was.
She didn’t relax again until the door had closed behind him. Blaise poured himself another hot cup of blood as she watched him.
“Is it important that you have been unclaimed for you to rule?” He asked as he had figured out why this was all a problem just by listening.
“I am the first consort ever to take control of one coven, let alone as many as I have.” She said and he could feel her eyes on him. Those whisky colored eyes that could read a soul as easily as they read a book.
“Being claimed makes you look weak.” He confirmed and didn’t have to look back at her to know she was nodding. “But you are mine.” He said much more casually than he had used the words so far that night.
“I think so.” She admitted as if it was something that pained her to say.
“Why would I want someone weak?” He asked finally looking back to see her frown. “You wouldn’t be mine unless you were strong.”
“There will be different reactions among my people. Some will simply look to you for leadership now. They are the least of my worries. Others will challenge me or you; there could be war among covens who have been settled since I took control.”
“I don’t want to lead anyone; I’ve never sought that role.” He told her with a frown. “Too much responsibility, not enough fun. I hadn’t yet figured out my place in my old world, and now I have to start all over.” He realized with a frown.
“Would you have preferred I let you die last night? I could have killed you easily then.” She asked as she watched him closely. “If you wish I could still kill you now.”
“No you couldn’t.” He said looking at her with narrowed eyes. “You couldn’t even tell him to do it. And no, I prefer whatever this is to death. It seems like it could be a fun life if we can figure out how to not make everything explode.”
“I’ve learned to enjoy its pleasures.” She said taking a step towards him as if he was the only pleasure; she was seeking in that moment.
“So do you have any ideas on how to not let my claim fuck everything up?” He asked moving to pour another goblet of blood when he found the decanter empty.
“To start I think it would be best if no one but Wilton knew about it. Do you have somewhere safe from the light you can stay for a while? That isn’t my bedroom. It is best if no one sees us together.”
Blaise frowned as he thought about his apartment. The bedroom was pretty dark with blackout curtains, he wasn’t really an early riser and he hadn’t liked the sun to wake him up. “I think I would be pretty safe at my flat.”
She nodded at this and glanced over to a clock on the nightstand. “We have several hours left of night. I will have Wilton take you there.” She said thoughtfully. “I still have work to do, and I need to be seen.”
“What about that?” He asked motioning with his head towards the mark he had left on her neck. Looking at it even now pleased him, and even turned him on a little as he thought about the fact it marked her as his.
“I’ll cover it with a glamor.” She said making him growl showing his thoughts on the subject.
“It should be healed completely by tomorrow night anyway.” She protested not understanding his displeasure.
“Not if I keep biting you there.” He said licking his lips as he thoroughly enjoyed that idea.
“You like seeing it? There are better and more enjoyable places to bite me that only you will get to see.” She said lowering her tone an octave and running her fingers up her thigh. She pulled the hem of the skirt with her to make the point perfectly clear.
He wanted other men to see his mark, his claim on her. Well at least that is what his animal side wanted. His wizard side knew it was part of the plan for his claim not to be known just yet. When his eyes shifted to the direction, she was suggesting he got a small glimpse of white lace that drew his full focus.
“You’re wearing a garter belt.” He said as if she didn’t know this fact herself.
“How else does one wear stockings?” She asked a bit confused by the change in subject.
“Well many of the women I know only wear garter belts when they are wearing some sexy getup that has no business under clothes.” He said thoughtfully. “But you’re wearing proper stockings too.”
“Silk.” She said in an amused tone.
“That pair is ruined.” He said pointing out the run he noticed earlier.
She looked down where he pointed and pouted at him. “This was your fault.” She said making her way past him to get to her dresser. He stopped her simply by moving an arm into her way and pulling her into his grasp.
“I don’t like you telling me what to do.” He said looking into those eyes, he had never really noticed at school. “Before I leave here, you are going to have to tell me, in plain words, what I am to you.” He told her firmly. “Then when you are done with the things your... Our race or coven or whatever needs for the night you will come to my place. And you will let me punish you for fighting back.”
She looked up at him with large eyes. A worried and apprehensive expression crossing her face as his words settled into her thoughts. With a deep breath as if she was summoning courage from deep reserves she spoke. “You are my Master.” She said looking afraid of this simple fact. “And I’ll come when I can… tonight.” She agreed after a moment’s hesitation.
“Good girl.” He said grasping the hair still collected in the golden snood. He pulled her into a dominating kiss that he hoped would last her the night as she had to leave him so early in their connection. He had no idea how these pairs were supposed to work, but it seemed wrong to let her go.
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