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On The Other Hand, *Adult*, Blaise/Hermione
Title: On The Other Hand
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idea_of_sarcasm
Pairing: Hermione/Blaise
Disclaimer: I own or control nothing in real life, I just manipulate them in fanfic for my own nefarious purposes.
Rating:Adult
Summary: The situation may not be ideal, but it can have certain advantages
Author’s notes: A little piece to get me out of my writer’s block, and because I needed a bit of break from real life. Dedicated tokendas.
“I wanted to be in the new house by Christmas,” Hermione complained with a sigh. “First they said the end of November, then they said December 15th at the latest, and now look at us – without flats because we gave notice when we took them at their word they’d be done. How hard can it be to finish a house? They’re using bloody magic, not hammers and nails.”
She could feel the sigh from Blaise even as he detached his mouth from where he had been nibbling on her neck, his attempts to distract her obviously not working. “It takes time for perfection,” he placated her smoothly, letting his hand drift under the nightgown she was wearing to sleep in. Normally she didn’t bother when she was in bed with him, but considering the circumstances, sleeping in the nude didn’t seem appropriate.
“It takes time,” Hermione emphasized, determined not too be distracted by the hand that was sliding up her inner thigh. “When someone decides that he wants the library expanded to twice the original planned size, as well as an extra room off the main dining room for Merlin knows what. And, that same someone decides we need to use carpenters from some expensive agency, instead of Seamus Finnegan’s firm who would have actually given us the time of day when we complained.”
“And,” she added thoughtfully, “you cannot convince me no matter how hard you try that you actually like staying at my parents. I’m their daughter, and it’s even grating on me to be here.”
They had stored their belongings, deciding to come visit her parents when the lease had ended on their flats. Well, she had decided, Blaise had acquiesced because she had been ready to hex anything and anyone who got in her way. Three weeks later, and she was ready to hurt her parents, but Blaise seemed oddly content to be amused by the oddities of muggle life.
It didn’t help that her parents refused to put the two of them in the same room because they weren’t married, staying steadfastly traditional about that despite the fact the two of them were moving in together (in sin). They had stuck Blaise in the guest bedroom down the hall, with their room in between him and Hermione – she knew it was to try and ensure there was no ‘hanky-panky’ (her mother’s words) at night.
It was just lucky they somehow managed to forget Blaise was a wizard. It was easy enough for him to just apparate into her room.
“Just a week left until Christmas,” he shrugged, taking it all in stride, which was more than a little out of character for him. “And then we can leave, Draco having offered us the use of his place while he’s in France with Harry. It won’t be home, but it we will have it all to ourselves, and I promise to move Draco’s collection of, uh, erotica before you get there.”
“Although, I will admit being here makes my seduction plans a little more difficult with the décor,” Blaise continued distastefully, glancing at the flowery pink bedspread her mother had bought her when she was twelve, when she decided her daughter’s room wasn’t feminine enough. “But it wasn’t like I’ve had to work that hard to seduce you since that first time.”
“A girl still appreciates a little effort. Some foreplay….” Hermione’s words were cut off with a gasp when he slid his hand up the rest of her inner thigh, slipping a finger into her without warning.
“Let it not be said that I don’t get you wet enough first,” Blaise murmured in her ear, changing moods quickly, even as he crooked that same finger he had slid in. “Although by the feel of it, I don’t think it’s going to be a problem. Besides, consider this,” he continued, kissing her neck softly in a way that made her shudder, “it wouldn’t be the same at our place. Do you think fucking in our own bedroom would feel half so illicit?”
Considering it was him, with more experience and imagination than she would have ten years from then, he could likely make it seem so. But she didn’t have time to think because he added a second finger to the first, never quite keeping the same rhythm and movement as he moved them slowly in and out of her, seemingly touching every part of her with his relatively smaller fingers. She had to bite down on her tongue to keep from gasping, aware of her parents just a mere room away.
“I wouldn’t be able to watch you fight against every reaction,” she could hear the smirk in Blaise’s voice as he withdrew his fingers, causing her to whimper before he dragged them slowly up her front, leaving a tell-tale wetness in his path, “scared to do more than sigh. Scared the esteemed doctors Granger will hear you, and come to investigate, only to find you being pleasured in ways they’ve likely never even considered.” He nipped her ear as the same finger he first slipped inside her toyed with her nipple. “And, you begging for it.”
She would have thought it would be hard to find something ‘illicit’ in her childhood room, where her favourite old books still lined the shelves, the decorations were those done by her mother over fourteen years ago, and the porcelain doll she had gotten as gift from her grandmother when she was five still sat on the dresser. But she supposed the contrast was playing a large part in it.
“Just get it over with,” Hermione hissed, well aware of her father’s proclivity for late night strolls to get a glass of milk.
She knew those were the wrong words the second they left her mouth, knowing he would take them as a challenge to make her scream before the night was out. And from the quirk of his eyebrow when he raised his head to look at her, she knew she wasn’t mistaken.
“If you think it’s going to be that easy….” Blaise threatened with a chuckle, “You’ve learned nothing in the years we’ve been together.”
And she didn’t have time to reply because he had lowered his mouth to her breast, swirling the tip of it with his tongue before giving the other the same treatment. He slid slowly down her body, his lips pressing to each spot along the way, and she was enjoying it far too much to even find the way his head tented the pink comforter funny.
When he pressed his lips to the very center of her his head was hidden fully by the blanket, not that she could have seen what he was doing even if it hadn’t been. Still, when he expertly circled her clit with his tongue, rolling the nub around, it somehow seemed to come as even more of a surprise. Trying to keep her moan soft, she bit her lower lip as she tried to grasp his hair even through the blanket.
“You’ve made your point,” Hermione gasped, trying to urge him upwards. “Just get inside me before I come. I won’t have the energy to monitor my orgasm more than once.” Not the most erotic of words, and she could feel his chuckle even as he gave one last gentle lap with his tongue.
When he slammed into her, Blaise never kissed her mouth, but focused on every other aspect of her upper body. It wasn’t that Hermione didn’t appreciate the hickey she was going to have on her chestbone, or the bite marks that would likely mark the tip of her ear before she put on a glamour, but she knew he was doing it so he wouldn’t muffle her cries when she came, making her control it herself.
He was rather good at the tormenting thing, although that tended to take a slightly new meaning when they weren’t in her parent’s house.
She didn’t fight the orgasm when it built, biting nearly through her tongue and digging her nails into his back as she came, her hips jerking against his. Trying to hold it off served no purpose, she’d learned that in the past.
He didn’t slow down after she came, thrusting forcefully until his climax overtook him, and she could feel him shuddering within her. He had no such problem it seemed with being quiet, his orgasm a tidy and quiet little thing; she didn’t think he so much as lost the smirk on his face as he emptied within her. Blaise had reserves of self-control she never thought one person could possess, but it made it all the more enjoyable when she managed to make him let go.
They lay there for a moment, him not even heavy on top of her cause he hadn’t even been spent enough to collapse, his weight still braced by his arms. “Sometimes I strongly dislike you, you know that?” Hermione gasped slightly, a little out of breath, her tongue still a little sore from the way she had bitten into it. As she ran her hands lazily over his shoulder, she could still feel the little crescents her nails had left.
“No you don’t,” Blaise replied, staring down smugly, pulling the rest of the way out of her. He moved to roll off her, but she had to muffle a laugh as he managed to misjudge the size of her tiny twin bed, ending up on the floor in a tangle of pink sheets and blanket. She froze when she heard her parents stir in the next room, but chalked it up to moving in their sleep.
It wasn’t often she got too see him so undignified, and she grinned widely as she slithered off the bed to join him on the floor, considering there was more room there anyway. “Bet I can make you scream,” she challenged, sitting on the floor with her back against the bed as he tried to straighten himself out. Not that she wanted to bring her parents in on them, but she wanted him to have to be the one to fight for control.
“Unlikely,” he replied with what could only be termed a sniff, extraditing himself from the tangle of blankets. “but, even if you could manage that miraculous feat in your girlhood room, it wouldn’t matter. It wouldn’t be bringing your parents in here, but you’re welcome to give it your best efforts anyway. I promise to enjoy it.”
“Why not?” Hermione asked curiously, knowing exactly how his yell of satisfaction when he was so inclined could echo throughout her entire former flat.
“Because Hermione,” Blaise began, sliding over to sit beside her with a wicked smile, “even if you give me the best head known to man, break out the items in my little ‘toy’ chest, or try that thing I’ve been trying to get you to agree to for months, it won’t change one important fact that you tend to forget, about myself and you, almost as bad as your parents.”
He paused, with a smirk, casting a silencio spell over the room with his wand that sat on the bedside table.
“I’m a wizard.”
Author:
idea_of_sarcasmPairing: Hermione/Blaise
Disclaimer: I own or control nothing in real life, I just manipulate them in fanfic for my own nefarious purposes.
Rating:Adult
Summary: The situation may not be ideal, but it can have certain advantages
Author’s notes: A little piece to get me out of my writer’s block, and because I needed a bit of break from real life. Dedicated to
kendas.“I wanted to be in the new house by Christmas,” Hermione complained with a sigh. “First they said the end of November, then they said December 15th at the latest, and now look at us – without flats because we gave notice when we took them at their word they’d be done. How hard can it be to finish a house? They’re using bloody magic, not hammers and nails.”
She could feel the sigh from Blaise even as he detached his mouth from where he had been nibbling on her neck, his attempts to distract her obviously not working. “It takes time for perfection,” he placated her smoothly, letting his hand drift under the nightgown she was wearing to sleep in. Normally she didn’t bother when she was in bed with him, but considering the circumstances, sleeping in the nude didn’t seem appropriate.
“It takes time,” Hermione emphasized, determined not too be distracted by the hand that was sliding up her inner thigh. “When someone decides that he wants the library expanded to twice the original planned size, as well as an extra room off the main dining room for Merlin knows what. And, that same someone decides we need to use carpenters from some expensive agency, instead of Seamus Finnegan’s firm who would have actually given us the time of day when we complained.”
“And,” she added thoughtfully, “you cannot convince me no matter how hard you try that you actually like staying at my parents. I’m their daughter, and it’s even grating on me to be here.”
They had stored their belongings, deciding to come visit her parents when the lease had ended on their flats. Well, she had decided, Blaise had acquiesced because she had been ready to hex anything and anyone who got in her way. Three weeks later, and she was ready to hurt her parents, but Blaise seemed oddly content to be amused by the oddities of muggle life.
It didn’t help that her parents refused to put the two of them in the same room because they weren’t married, staying steadfastly traditional about that despite the fact the two of them were moving in together (in sin). They had stuck Blaise in the guest bedroom down the hall, with their room in between him and Hermione – she knew it was to try and ensure there was no ‘hanky-panky’ (her mother’s words) at night.
It was just lucky they somehow managed to forget Blaise was a wizard. It was easy enough for him to just apparate into her room.
“Just a week left until Christmas,” he shrugged, taking it all in stride, which was more than a little out of character for him. “And then we can leave, Draco having offered us the use of his place while he’s in France with Harry. It won’t be home, but it we will have it all to ourselves, and I promise to move Draco’s collection of, uh, erotica before you get there.”
“Although, I will admit being here makes my seduction plans a little more difficult with the décor,” Blaise continued distastefully, glancing at the flowery pink bedspread her mother had bought her when she was twelve, when she decided her daughter’s room wasn’t feminine enough. “But it wasn’t like I’ve had to work that hard to seduce you since that first time.”
“A girl still appreciates a little effort. Some foreplay….” Hermione’s words were cut off with a gasp when he slid his hand up the rest of her inner thigh, slipping a finger into her without warning.
“Let it not be said that I don’t get you wet enough first,” Blaise murmured in her ear, changing moods quickly, even as he crooked that same finger he had slid in. “Although by the feel of it, I don’t think it’s going to be a problem. Besides, consider this,” he continued, kissing her neck softly in a way that made her shudder, “it wouldn’t be the same at our place. Do you think fucking in our own bedroom would feel half so illicit?”
Considering it was him, with more experience and imagination than she would have ten years from then, he could likely make it seem so. But she didn’t have time to think because he added a second finger to the first, never quite keeping the same rhythm and movement as he moved them slowly in and out of her, seemingly touching every part of her with his relatively smaller fingers. She had to bite down on her tongue to keep from gasping, aware of her parents just a mere room away.
“I wouldn’t be able to watch you fight against every reaction,” she could hear the smirk in Blaise’s voice as he withdrew his fingers, causing her to whimper before he dragged them slowly up her front, leaving a tell-tale wetness in his path, “scared to do more than sigh. Scared the esteemed doctors Granger will hear you, and come to investigate, only to find you being pleasured in ways they’ve likely never even considered.” He nipped her ear as the same finger he first slipped inside her toyed with her nipple. “And, you begging for it.”
She would have thought it would be hard to find something ‘illicit’ in her childhood room, where her favourite old books still lined the shelves, the decorations were those done by her mother over fourteen years ago, and the porcelain doll she had gotten as gift from her grandmother when she was five still sat on the dresser. But she supposed the contrast was playing a large part in it.
“Just get it over with,” Hermione hissed, well aware of her father’s proclivity for late night strolls to get a glass of milk.
She knew those were the wrong words the second they left her mouth, knowing he would take them as a challenge to make her scream before the night was out. And from the quirk of his eyebrow when he raised his head to look at her, she knew she wasn’t mistaken.
“If you think it’s going to be that easy….” Blaise threatened with a chuckle, “You’ve learned nothing in the years we’ve been together.”
And she didn’t have time to reply because he had lowered his mouth to her breast, swirling the tip of it with his tongue before giving the other the same treatment. He slid slowly down her body, his lips pressing to each spot along the way, and she was enjoying it far too much to even find the way his head tented the pink comforter funny.
When he pressed his lips to the very center of her his head was hidden fully by the blanket, not that she could have seen what he was doing even if it hadn’t been. Still, when he expertly circled her clit with his tongue, rolling the nub around, it somehow seemed to come as even more of a surprise. Trying to keep her moan soft, she bit her lower lip as she tried to grasp his hair even through the blanket.
“You’ve made your point,” Hermione gasped, trying to urge him upwards. “Just get inside me before I come. I won’t have the energy to monitor my orgasm more than once.” Not the most erotic of words, and she could feel his chuckle even as he gave one last gentle lap with his tongue.
When he slammed into her, Blaise never kissed her mouth, but focused on every other aspect of her upper body. It wasn’t that Hermione didn’t appreciate the hickey she was going to have on her chestbone, or the bite marks that would likely mark the tip of her ear before she put on a glamour, but she knew he was doing it so he wouldn’t muffle her cries when she came, making her control it herself.
He was rather good at the tormenting thing, although that tended to take a slightly new meaning when they weren’t in her parent’s house.
She didn’t fight the orgasm when it built, biting nearly through her tongue and digging her nails into his back as she came, her hips jerking against his. Trying to hold it off served no purpose, she’d learned that in the past.
He didn’t slow down after she came, thrusting forcefully until his climax overtook him, and she could feel him shuddering within her. He had no such problem it seemed with being quiet, his orgasm a tidy and quiet little thing; she didn’t think he so much as lost the smirk on his face as he emptied within her. Blaise had reserves of self-control she never thought one person could possess, but it made it all the more enjoyable when she managed to make him let go.
They lay there for a moment, him not even heavy on top of her cause he hadn’t even been spent enough to collapse, his weight still braced by his arms. “Sometimes I strongly dislike you, you know that?” Hermione gasped slightly, a little out of breath, her tongue still a little sore from the way she had bitten into it. As she ran her hands lazily over his shoulder, she could still feel the little crescents her nails had left.
“No you don’t,” Blaise replied, staring down smugly, pulling the rest of the way out of her. He moved to roll off her, but she had to muffle a laugh as he managed to misjudge the size of her tiny twin bed, ending up on the floor in a tangle of pink sheets and blanket. She froze when she heard her parents stir in the next room, but chalked it up to moving in their sleep.
It wasn’t often she got too see him so undignified, and she grinned widely as she slithered off the bed to join him on the floor, considering there was more room there anyway. “Bet I can make you scream,” she challenged, sitting on the floor with her back against the bed as he tried to straighten himself out. Not that she wanted to bring her parents in on them, but she wanted him to have to be the one to fight for control.
“Unlikely,” he replied with what could only be termed a sniff, extraditing himself from the tangle of blankets. “but, even if you could manage that miraculous feat in your girlhood room, it wouldn’t matter. It wouldn’t be bringing your parents in here, but you’re welcome to give it your best efforts anyway. I promise to enjoy it.”
“Why not?” Hermione asked curiously, knowing exactly how his yell of satisfaction when he was so inclined could echo throughout her entire former flat.
“Because Hermione,” Blaise began, sliding over to sit beside her with a wicked smile, “even if you give me the best head known to man, break out the items in my little ‘toy’ chest, or try that thing I’ve been trying to get you to agree to for months, it won’t change one important fact that you tend to forget, about myself and you, almost as bad as your parents.”
He paused, with a smirk, casting a silencio spell over the room with his wand that sat on the bedside table.
“I’m a wizard.”
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Blaise had reserves of self-control she never thought one person could possess, but it made it all the more enjoyable when she managed to make him let go.
That so sums up what I love about this pairing. Hermione's the only one I can see ever being able to really do that.
Thank you. *bounces* I so needed this after my thread with Inell.
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As for your thread with inell, I won't even bother to waste the time pretending that I'm not wanting the two of you to make/let Blaise and Hermione 'get it on' (lol) at some point.
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