Off Limits | By : avari20 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 31375 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. JKR does.
A/N: This is my first sexual fiction, and my second fanfic ever. I'm practising for the other one I'm working on. Please be kind. Reviews are deeply appreciated and constructive criticism even more so. I'll decide if I should continue based on my reviews. Enjoy!
Promises Promises
She was twirling her hair again, the hussy.
If Blaise had been anyone else, he would have disregarded the possibility of Hermione Granger deliberately tempting him almost as soon as it entered his mind. But Blaise Zabini was a man, a Slytherin, and an Italian to boot. He was predisposed to such thoughts.
That and he wanted her so badly that it was inconceivable that she felt nothing in return.
Again and again, that small finger wound its way around a rich brown curl. Blaise had lascivious thoughts of that same finger repeating the action around the tip of his cock, right before she took him in her hot little mouth. Blaise thanked his mother’s saints that he sat in the back of the classroom as opposed to the object of his attentions, who sat in the front. He didn’t mind that she couldn’t look at him. It meant that she had to walk by him to get to her seat, and that meant he got a good long look at her backside until she sat down. Mmmmm. Blaise licked his lips. He had a delicious view and no one ever noticed his shameless erection.
Well, almost no one.
Blaise was so wrapped up in appreciating Granger’s assets (forgive the pun) that he’d let his guard down. Like the serpent he emulated Draco Malfoy struck with intent to kill, using the table for cover while he buried his hand between the other boy’s thighs. Suddenly the Italian’s groan of satisfaction turned into a muffled moan of pain. His deskmate regarded him evilly as he tightened his grip on Blaise’s balls. Blaise glared in return, prying the other boy’s fingers off with a twist of the wrist. Draco’s eyes darkened dangerously. He settled back and seemed to return his attention to the class for the duration. Blaise rubbed his poor balls in sympathy and silently promised retribution.
He wasn’t going to let Malfoy win this time.
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The reckoning came hours later in the Slytherin version of the room of Requirement. Draco wasted no time. He stalked straight up to Blaise and clocked him. Like any good Slytherin he hadn’t been entirely fair about it, not announcing his presence until the fist had flown. Blaise’s head snapped back and he stumbled. Draco pressed his advantage and buried his hand into the other boy’s thick black hair and jerked it until Blaise found himself flush against the wall, Malfoy pressing into his back.
“You have a lot of nerve staring at Granger like that,” Draco hissed in his ear. Anger and something deeper laced through his voice. He was so close Blaise felt every breath Draco took on his neck. He suppressed his shiver and turned the focus on his on anger instead. How dare this little English prick threaten him? He was Blaise Giovanni Zabini, and he would… not… bow.
He bared his teeth in a primal show of determination. “I plan on doing a lot more than staring, Malfoy,” Blaise shot back. He smashed the back of his head into Draco’s skull and pushed away from the wall. He whirled and delivered a gut punch that knocked the very wind out of Malfoy. The other boy snarled and charged, catching Blaise around the middle. They crashed to the floor in a flurry of movement. Again Draco’s fist connected, this time with Blaise’s cheek. Blaise cuffed Malfoy on the ear and sent him flying to the side, straddling him. Malfoy dealt a vicious kidney punch that nearly made Blaise’s eyes cross. He couldn’t keep his balance and ended up on the floor while Malfoy scrambled to his feet. Blaise lurched to a stand as well.
The two combatants faced off. Draco’s face had abandoned its customary sneer to accommodate raw fury. “Did you think I would just sit back and allow this?” he asked darkly.
Blaise smirked, ignoring the twinge of pain from his split lip, and took a second to wipe the blood away. “I wasn’t planning on asking for permission, Draco,” he threw back.
“Is that right?” Malfoy clenched his fists again, his chest heaving as he fought for breath and control that currently hung by a thin thread. “What exactly were you planning, Blaise?”
The Italian mirrored the other boy’s movements, and they circled each other wearily like two cobras coiling to strike. He was please to note bruises already forming on the paler boy’s face. “To make Hermione Granger scream my name,” he taunted. “To tie her to my bed and keep her there until she--”
The thread snapped. The fairer boy whipped out his wand. “Petrificus Totalus!”
Blaise instantly went stiff and crashed to the floor. His deep violet eyes glared death at Malfoy, who climbed up Blaise’s body until he crouched over him and nose to nose. He was breathing heavily. Silver eyes swirled with unspent anger. “You’re not going to do a damn thing, Blaise,” he growled. “Granger’s off limits to you.”
He smashed Blaise’s lips with his own.
Blaise tasted his own blood and Draco’s will to dominate. He struggled against the spell that bound him. Draco keep his eyes open and silently laughed at the anger he saw in the Italian’s eyes. Flames like Blaise had never witness before burned in those silver orbs. Slim fingers wrapped around a tan throat. Draco traced his tongue along Blaise’s jaw line until he reached a well-formed ear. “The only person screaming your name is going to be me, you Italian fucktoy. And you’ll be screaming mine by the time I’m through with you.” He bit the lobe.
Blaise would have squirmed if he could and Draco knew it. “How dare you?” he asked with a laziness born from the knowledge that the other boy was at his nonexistent mercy. He tongued the junction where neck met jaw line. “How fucking dare you, Blaise? No one throws Draco Malfoy away, least of all an Italian pretty boy who doesn’t know how good he’s had it.”
He released the boy’s throat to reach down and slide his hand underneath Blaise’s shirt. Draco traced his palm upwards over Blaise’s swimmer’s abs. He left little scratches in his wake. When the shirt came high enough Draco lowered his head to suck on Blaise’s nipple hard enough to mark him. Malfoy planned on leaving marks all over Blaise’s body by the end of the night.
If it required having his name carved into Zabini’s chest, Draco would make sure Blaise knew he belonged to.
He raised his head and licked the blood from Blaise’s lips, making sure to linger over the cut. He sat up and ran his tongue over his own lips. “Delicious.” He flexed his hips, drawing attention to his arousal as it rubbed against the prone boy’s abdomen. He rubbed himself through his pants shamelessly. “You always manage to do this to me,” he said, enjoying Blaise’s helplessness. Anger warred with lust on his face. “Fuck,” he hissed as he flexed his muscles again, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him. Blaise would have narrowed his eyes if he could. Draco wouldn’t dare, he mentally growled.
But Draco Malfoy would dare anything, if it got him what he wanted.
He wanted Blaise.
The blonde backed up a little, rubbing his bum a few times over Blaise’s cock before going back further until he could see Blaise’s belt. He quickly undid the buckle and pulled the zipper down. He pulled the Italian’s pants and boxers to his knees in one swift motion. He tore off both of their robes and stuffed them beneath Blaise’s hips as he flipped him over, leaving him bare-assed and all Draco’s.
Draco’s movements were hard and fast even as they reflected a deliberate action. His own pants were pushed roughly out of the way. The sight of Blaise’s prone figure took his breath away. He took himself in hand and shoved it between Blaise’s powerful thighs, groaning as he pressed the flesh with his hands to create a tighter fit. “Damn you, Blaise,” he grunted. “I’m going to fuck you. I don’t care how much you want Granger. I’ll be the one inside you, pushing,” he licked his fingers and after bending Blaise’s hips shoved them into his anus. “Thrusting, pumping. You’ll have no choice but to feel my cock slamming into you until I cum in your ass.” He bit Blaise’s hip and positioned himself with his cock pressing against the entrance he craved so much. “Think about your precious Granger then.”
Draco pointed his wand at the ring of muscle that prevented his entry and muttered, “Engorgio.”
Blaise felt his anus spread and widen just enough to accommodate the other boy. He wanted to moan so badly. Sweat trailed down his skin as he struggled both against the spell and the arousal Draco had awakened with his hypnotic voice. He couldn’t let Draco do this to him. He couldn’t lose this time. He wanted Granger and he wasn’t going to allow Draco to take the chance away from him.
Draco heard the growl that was trapped in Blaise’s throat. He was fighting the inevitable, thought Malfoy darkly.
Blaise heard Malfoy spit into his hand and knew that the time had come.
In one thrust Draco was inside him, moaning as though he would die from the pleasure. He pressed himself onto Blaise’s back, keeping their shirts raised so that he could rub his chest between the darker boy’s shoulders as he thrust again. Malfoy’s hot breathe brushed his neck as he pressed fervent kisses on the delicate skin. “Blaise,” he groaned. He buried his hand in the black tresses once more. “Fini…te…..Incan..tat..tum.” Each syllable was accompanied by another thrust of his lean hips.
Blaise immediately arched his back and tried to buck Draco off of him, but only succeeded in helping him go deeper, hitting that sweet spot that had Blaise seeing stars. He cried out at the double sensation of pleasure and pain. “NO!” Draco wrapped a pale arm around his hips and cupped Blaise’s balls in a gentle grip totally at odds with this rough, dominant thrusting. “Get off of me!”
“No,” Draco snapped back, slamming into him hard enough to hurt. “Do you want her?” Draco growled. “Do you want Granger? Does she make you hot?” He thrust harder, driving into Blaise again and again. He tugged on his lover’s hair. “Does she?”
“YES,” Blaise cried out. “Yes, I want her. And there‘s nothing you can do about it,” he panted.
“How do you want her?” Malfoy had begun to fist him by then, stroking hard in time with his drives.
He wanted to know? Blaise thought to himself as he gritted his teeth. He would fucking tell him, then! “I want her beneath me. I want her legs spread and bent so that I can see my cock go inside her.” He gasped when Draco bit his shoulder.
“I want her hair spread all over my pillow and her soft body at my mercy. I want to suck on her nipples-” Blaise reached under his shirt and pinched his own now “-and twist her clit until she comes.” Blaise was so hard…. “I want her mouth on me. I want to fuck her. I want to make love to her….Oh gods, so close,” he moaned. Draco’s breath had quickened--he was about to cum. Blaise, lost in a haze of arousal, reached behind him to touch Draco’s thigh. He thrust backward to meet Draco’s invasion.
“I want to cum inside of her.” He uttered gutterally.
It sent them over the edge. Draco slammed inside him one final time, shouting Blaise’s name. Blaise’s own orgasm rocked him at the same time, spurting all over Draco’s hand. They collapsed on the floor then, side by side. Draco still had his hand buried in Blaise’s hair, but it was more of a lover’s caress now. Blaise cupped his face and kissed those cool thin lips that he knew so well.
“I won’t let you go,” Draco told him flatly. “You’re mine.” His eyes had turned steely.
Blaise looked at him in astonishment. “I don’t want you to let me go,” he stated, shaking his head in disbelief. Draco rose on one elbow. “Then stop thinking about Granger,” he commanded gruffly.
“Why should I?” Blaise asked boldly. “You can’t.” He watched as Draco drew back in surprise. “I know why you were so angry earlier. You weren’t afraid of losing me, you were afraid I would get Hermione when you couldn’t.”
Draco shook his head in denial. He scowled angrily. “That’s not true!” He put his face close to Blaise’s. “I don’t want you to leave me,” he said. There was a wealth of emotion in that simple sentence. A bone-deep sincerety and chilling fear that touched Blaise in a way the words themselves could not have.
“I want Hermione, Draco.” But it was so much more than simply wanting her body, and for the first time Blaise let Draco see that. It took the other boy aback, sending shafts of pain into the heart only Blaise knew he had.
“Then fuck her!” Draco grated. The words cost him. “Fuck her once and get it out of your system.”
Blaise sat up, angry again. “If I fuck her it’ll be more than once and you know it! When I claim her, then she’s mine forever,” he hurled at Draco, looking every inch the passionate Italian. Suddenly his shoulders sagged. “But she’ll never want me,” he said.
The realization hurt. He turned his face away from the blonde’s gaze.
Draco sat up next to him. After a moment of silence, he straightened his shoulders. “If I give her to you, will you stay?”
Blaise’s eyes snapped to him. “What?” he asked, bewildered and not a little wary. Draco looked completely serious. “I love you. That means I’ll give you anything you want, if it means keeping you. If you want Granger, then I’ll get her for you.”
Blaise was dumbfounded. “You would do that?” Draco shrugged, a little embarrassed to appear so benevolent. “If that’s what it takes. Besides, we want children some day, don’t we?” he finished gruffly.
They had talked about it before. Before Blaise had realized how deeply his attraction to Hermione was and decided that Draco might break it off rather than tolerate his affections. The plan had been that they would adopt or get some anonymous witch to be a surrogate mother of sorts. But this… “Are you sure?” he asked Draco cautiously.
“Yes,” was the immediate answer. “Do you want her?”
Whatever the cost. Whatever it took. “Yes.”
To Be Continued….
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