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As soon as we arrived home, Draco thanked me for making such an effort to be civil toward Blaise. I smiled wearily at him, hiding the real reason I had managed to be so nice. Besides the fact that I barely said a word, of course. Draco also told me that I deserved a reward for behaving so ‘smashingly’.

I had definitely not expected the next turn of events. As if a light had been switched on inside of him, Draco seized me up and carried me to our bedroom where he shed my clothes faster than any other time before. I merely stared at him the entire time, a shocked expression on my face. It was only when he began to greedily kiss me that I responded, wrapping my arms around him.

It was hard to believe that just last night this would’ve been normal and I wouldn’t have been so afraid to act upon it. But one small confession (from a view of the bigger picture, it was small) from Blaise had managed to change everything dramatically. I now felt sick whenever Draco kissed me. But what made me even sicker was the fact that I did not feel sick when Blaise kissed me.

We made love and that was it. Draco fell asleep in my arms, thinking everything was fine. I stayed awake most of the night feeling like shit, unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling. I tried to ignore the guilt, but it had encased me with no mercy. What was I to do?

*


I finished up at work slightly later than usual the next day. I whipped a strand of hair from my eyes as I cleared up my office, getting ready to return home. I had been on the verge of falling asleep for the entire day, getting hardly any work done as I had been preoccupied with my thoughts. All my encounters with Blaise were finally catching up to me and I did not like it one bit.

I exited the main office building and entered my usual ‘apparating alleyway’. Seconds later I was standing in the middle of my spotless kitchen. I dumped my things on the counter and was about to walk out into the lounge when voices drifted through to me. I frowned. There had to be around twenty people in my flat. I pushed the door open to find that I was right. All my friends were here… and Draco was amidst them.

He noticed me and said, “Here she is!”

The entire room turned to face me and they all burst out in a “Surprise!”

Shocked, I walked forward into Draco’s outstretched hands and allowed him to hug me, gazing at everyone in the room. A lot of my work colleagues were situated in the middle of my lounge; Claudia was beaming at me from the couch and next to her was Jimmy from the cell block next to hers. I noticed three of my Editor In Chiefs and several other columnists. The other group were the women from my gym that I had become close to.

I grinned goofily at everyone. “Wow, what a surprise.” I said, unable to figure out just why they were all here.

As if he had heard my thoughts, Draco said, “A late birthday party for you. I hope you didn’t have any plans tonight.”

“I didn’t have any plans.” I said, smiling at him and pecking him on the lips quickly. I didn’t at the time realise that was exactly what I had been too guilty to do for the past few days. He nodded at me to go socialise. I accepted a glass of wine from him and went over to mingle with the women from my gym. I was quickly whisked away into usual conversation and gossip.

I was glad that Draco had thrown this for me. It had been extremely considerate of him. I appreciated his efforts. And he had picked the right people too. It showed just how much he knew me. My guilt grew heavier at this thought but I pushed it away, determined to have a good time. I knew that I loved Draco so why was I agonising so much over a few kisses with his best friend that meant barely anything to me?

I was having a good time until the door to the kitchen opened around half an hour later and a flushed-looking Blaise entered the lounge, his eyes glancing around the room. They landed on me and I froze, a groan already escaping my mouth. What the hell was he doing at my party? He was the last person on earth that I wanted to see at this moment. I could not believe this was happening.

I excused myself from my friends and quickly made my way over to Draco before Blaise could. “Why is Zabini here?” I hissed at him after dragging him away from Claudia and Jimmy.

Draco frowned at me. “I thought you would be OK with it. You two were getting along fine last night.”

I sighed irritably, fisting my hair. “We didn’t even talk, Draco. How can we fight if we don’t talk? I don’t want him here.” I told him sternly, adamant to get Blaise away from my apartment before he had any urges to do something else to me. I was afraid that I would not be able to stop myself from pouncing on him either. That was how complicated my feelings were.

Draco’s eyes narrowed and his forehead creased. I had made him angry. “Hermione, I’ve done so much for you. The least you could do is get along with my best friend. I’m not asking for you to suddenly love him like a brother. I just want you to be civil.” He said hotly.

I placed my hands on my hips, my expression matching Draco’s stony one. “I will not be civil to that arrogant pathetic-excuse-for-a-man git!” I hissed at him, making certain to keep my tone down so as not to attract unwanted attention from my friends.

Draco’s hands suddenly gripped my arms, startling me. “Blaise is staying, Hermione. If you don’t like it, tough!” He growled under his breath.

I stared at him for a few brief moments, shock and betrayal written all over my face. Sticking out my chin at him, I wrenched my arms out of his grip and stormed from the room, slamming the door to our bedroom shut behind me. I fell forward onto our bed and screamed into the pillow, releasing my anger.

I was pissed, more than pissed. How dare Draco talk to me like that? He should’ve respected that I did not feel comfortable around Blaise. How could he not understand that I did not want him around? I turned over onto my stomach once I was sure I had screamed enough and stared up at the ceiling with tears of frustration brewing in my eyes.

The door suddenly opened and I jumped as Blaise poked his head in. His eyes scanned the room and came to a rest on me. He frowned, stepping into the bedroom and softly snapping the door shut behind him. I looked away as he came and sat next to me on the bed, his eyes filled with concern. “Hermione?” He asked, placing his hand on my knee.

I pushed it away and stood to my feet, walking to the other side of the room and turning to face him. “What are you doing here?” I snapped, the anger obvious in my hiss.

Blaise raised his arms in the air in a surrendering motion. “Hey, I just came to see what was wrong. I saw that you were upset,” he said, his eyebrows raised. He dropped his hands to his side. “But obviously you don’t want anyone in here so I’ll go.”

I watched him walk to the door. My mind raced. I didn’t want him here because he was the cause of mine and Draco’s fight. But I wanted him here because when he had walked into the room, an odd settling feeling had washed over me. I felt safe in his presence, guarded. And I had a burning desire to talk to him, to get to know him. I groaned helplessly before saying, “Wait, Blaise; you can stay.”

He turned and made his way back over to me as if he had expected me to say this. I grew angry at this but decided to let it slip as he linked his arm through mine.

“Come, we’ll go back to my house where no one can eavesdrop.” said Blaise, and in an instant his face was stony and concentrating. I watched him intently, observing his smooth chiselled features and the long lashes of his closed eyes. His lips were slightly parted and a sudden craving for his kiss washed over me. I swallowed it down as I felt a small jerk. A deafening crack followed and then we were no longer in my bedroom, but in a small modern kitchen. I glanced around, taking in my surroundings. We were at Blaise's flat.

Blaise conjured up some coffee with his wand and led me through to the lounge. It was as small as the kitchen with only one couch, but it felt cosy. We sipped our coffees in silence for a while, getting used to the presence of each other once again. I was aware of Blaise’s violet eyes watching me, calculating me, observing me. Usually I would’ve felt uncomfortable under his intent stare, but tonight I didn’t mind.

“So why are you so upset?” Blaise asked after the longest silence I had ever experienced.

I sighed and placed down my mug, nestling back onto the couch and resting my head against its back. “It was just Draco being Draco, that’s all.”

Blaise shifted a little. “It didn’t seem like that was all to me.” I hinted the matter-of-fact tone in his deep, alluring, hard to ignore voice.

I sighed once again to emphasise the fact that I really did not want to talk about it. The main reason was that Blaise was involved. Would he kick me out of his house if he found out I did not want him in mine in the first place? I did not think he would. He would understand, right? After all, it was his fault this entire thing had started.

Blaise scooted closer to me so that our thighs were touching once again. I inhaled sharply as pleasure shot up my thigh and to my brain. Already my mind was switching off. Why did Blaise have such an effect on me?

“Was it because of me?”

I looked at him, my eyes wide and unforgiving. I did not reply.

“Hermione,” he said softly, taking my hand in his. My eyes snapped to our entwined fingers. He was playing with my engagement ring. “I know this is not what you want. But I cannot help myself. When I see you, I see the only reason I am still alive today. It’s almost like having sweets and not being able to eat them. It’s torture watching you with Draco. The way he looks at you… he loves you so much. I cannot bear that.” It was confession time again.

I stared at him for a long while, unblinking. “Then why are you here? If it hurts you so much to see Draco happy, why don’t you leave?” I snapped at him, fire in my eyes. Just because he was pouring his heart out to me, it didn’t mean I was going to drop everything and forgive him for ruining my life.

Blaise looked hurt by my words. I felt a small pang of guilt but hastily pushed it aside.

“That’s the problem, Hermione. I want to leave; I want to let you live your life with Draco, but I had to seize this opportunity,” he paused for a moment, carefully planning his next words. “I want you, Hermione. I want you so much that I think I won’t survive if you push me away.”

In that moment, all my opposing thoughts left my mind and were replaced with the positive ones. But the cons were greater than the pros.

“Say something.” Blaise prompted after I had been silently arguing with myself for over a minute.

The anger bubbled inside of me once again and I pulled my hand away.. “What do you want me to say, Blaise? That I don’t care about Draco anymore and I want you? That I’m willing to throw away everything I’ve built in my life so I can be with you?”

“That’s not what I want, Hermione.” Blaise said as he tried to seize my hand back up again. I stood to my feet and swatted him away.

“No, I think that’s exactly what you want. Why else would you tell me, right? What good would telling me do? The best thing that can happen between us is an agreement, Zabini. This… this ‘thing’ that we have going on, whatever it is, has to stop. I love Draco. I don’t want to be with you. End of story.”

In an instant, Blaise had grabbed my hands and pressed me up against the wall. I tried to struggle free, shocked, but Blaise was much too strong for my liking. His face came right up close to mine and I saw fury flash in his violet eyes. He raised his hand and I shut my eyes tight, bracing myself for the fatal blow against my face. But it did not come and when I opened my eyes, Blaise’s hand had dropped back to his side and he was shaking with grief.

My instinct was to put my arms around him and comfort him, but I could not move, frozen by shock. I merely watched him silently agonise over what he had just done. It was torture for him, I knew. But what was I supposed to do? Anything I could’ve done would have most probably made things worse.

Blaise’s eyes shifted onto mine and my heart ached for him when I saw the pain and longing and guilt in them. My bottom lip shook as I realised just how much he meant the things he had said. He really did want me – need me – and it was agony for him to have me push him away so bluntly.

But what was I supposed to do?

As if a wave had washed over me, a sudden pang of longing overcame me and I took Blaise’s broken face in my hands. I ran my finger down his set jaw line, coming to rest near his mouth. He watched me with silent need. I sighed. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against his. I tried to swallow down my feelings, but they would not go away. No matter how much I tried to push away my desire for him, it would not relent. And my mind was almost completely switched off.

Blaise lifted his hand and ran his fingers through my hair. “Hermione…” he breathed. I could feel his hot breath against my face.

I opened my eyes and placed my finger on his lips, tracing the small, rich and red lines on his face, the ones I had wanted to kiss again and again ever since our first encounter.

And it was then that my body took over. I willingly threw away my mind and wrapped my arms around Blaise’s neck. My lips lustfully crashed against his and his tongue immediately met mine. The kiss grew urgent, and soon neither of us could stand only the one interaction. He suddenly tore off all my clothes so quickly that I did not realise I was standing stark naked in front of him. He took a moment to stare at my body before seizing up my lips again.

I slid off his shirt and we were instantly making our way to the bedroom, banging into walls along the way. My lips did not leave his once. I did not know my bearings until Blaise picked me up and placed me on his soft, comfortable bed. He unzipped his jeans and slid out of them. And for the first time in my life, I was staring at Blaise in nothing but his boxers. I suddenly wanted him so much more.

He sensed my longing and covered my body with his. I felt his excitement against my leg as he hastily struggled out of his boxers. I ran my fingernails down his perfectly toned back as he kissed my neck. He immediately managed to find my soft spot. I moaned in pleasure, fisting his beautiful black hair.

I then realised the full weight of my decision as Blaise reached into his bedside table drawer and brought out a condom. He looked at me; the hunger was still in his eyes but I noted concern too. And I realised that I didn’t care anymore. Instead of doing the rational thing, for once I wanted to be impulsive, spontaneous. Screw the sensible Hermione. This was me doing what I truly wanted with a passion for once in my life.

“Are you sure, Hermione?” His voice was huskier than usual after the rush of our activities, making me want him more than ever.

I snatched the condom from him and smirked. “Shut up, Zabini.”

It was in that moment when our bodies physically connected for the first time that I realised what true ecstasy was.



A/N: OK, so I knew this was what you guys were waiting for. So here it is. I wanted to show a more physical side of both Blaise and Hermione, so I think this played out perfectly. I hope you guys enjoyed it. *winks*

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Danielle xx

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