Tell Me: Chapter 10
Tell Me
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter Ten:
“Blaise,” asked Draco slyly. He tangled his fingers in Blaise’s curly hair. He shifted to lie fully against his sweaty naked body.
“Hmmm,” asked Blaise with a sigh. He felt sated. For the second night in a row, Draco had come to his bed ‘to play’. And when Draco chose to play, he did nothing by halves.
“Do you know what I fantasize about?” whispered Draco in his ear.
“Do tell,” said Blaise with half smile. He had a feeling he would be hearing Hermione’s name.
“I used to fantasize about you, me and Pansy together,” said Draco with a wicked smile into the darkness. He felt Blaise start with surprise.
“You would have loved her skin, mate,” said Draco as his eyes half closed with the memory. “She smells like roses and her skin is as smooth as Chinese silk. Her hands were very delicate and they feel wonderful on your skin.”
“Do you miss her,” whispered Blaise as he soothed his hand over Draco’s back.
“Not really,” said Draco in an off hand tone. But Blaise could feel the lie in Draco’s tense back.
“But you fantasized about all three of us together,” said Blaise softly as he changed the subject.
“Yes,” said Draco as he relaxed under Blaise’s soothing hands. “After Hogwarts, of course. After all, one must never let a marriage get stale.”
“You absolute perv,” said Blaise with amusement.
“How do you think my parents stay married?” said Draco with a snicker. “They both have outside interests and interests they share together. Usually, I try not to think about it.”
“That’s quite shocking,” said Blaise with surprise.
“Your father keeps a mistress,” said Draco with certainty.
“Yes, but it’s kind of a tradition,” protested Blaise. “But my mother wouldn’t have a lover.”
“How very Italian,” mocked Draco. “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, Blaise. Anyway, I had earmarked you for further adventures. Wouldn’t it be brilliant to share this with another person?” Draco let his mouth trail down Blaise’s neck. He smiled when he heard Blaise moan. He was going to lead Blaise step by small step into his nefarious plan. In the end, Blaise would think it was his idea to invite Granger to their bed. As Draco’s hand slipped down Blaise’s flat stomach, he told him about his fantasy about them and his former girlfriend.
Later that week, Draco was walking down the hallway when he saw something that got his back up immediately. There was Pansy standing near the Library twirling her hair as she listened to that utter wanker, Kevin Entwhisle. She was giving him her patented under the eyelashes look, too. Entwhisle looked rather dazed at the attention he was getting from Pansy. Draco just felt sick. He turned and ran into the last person he wanted to see at that moment.
“Watch it,” snapped Draco as he put his hands out to support Hermione Granger.
“You ran into me,” protested Hermione. Her lips pursed as she took in the scene over Draco’s shoulder. She blinked in surprise.
“Just watch it,” said a confused and upset Draco. He hurried away from her without a backward glance.
Hermione watched him go with a curious expression on her face. Later that night, when she and Blaise were doing their homework together, she told him what she witnessed.
“I told you before,” said Blaise absently. “Draco loved Pansy - at least, the idea of Pansy.”
“Yes,” said Hermione, “that whole pureblood marriage of equals, then.”
“Where did you get that idea,” said Blaise with surprise. “Malfoy’s father is not what one would refer to as old money. The opposite is true, in fact. His bloodline may be impeccable but his father had to rescue the family finances any way he could. His grandfather ran through the original fortune so Lucius had to work for his galleons. The Parkinsons are different though, old money but not much left in the Gringott’s vault. I think Draco’s parents had hoped for an alliance with a wealthier family. And Pansy’s had hoped for a less flashy family. But they took one look at each other in third year and that was that. To hell with family expectations.”
“Oh,” said Hermione as she thought about how she had misjudged the Pansy-Draco relationship. It seemed that Draco, underneath that icy exterior, had a heart.
“Speaking of expectations,” whispered Blaise wickedly in her ear, “why don’t you come down to the dungeons later on tonight?”
“Are you completely mad,” whispered Hermione back at him.
“No,” said Blaise. “Have you ever been to the Slytherin dungeons?”
“Stop it,” said Hermione as a smile played across her face. Blaise’s long fingers were trailing over her knee.
“You have to let me …err show you around some time,” said Blaise with a slight grin. The sex with Draco was all well and good but he liked the feel of Hermione’s hands and better yet, her mouth.
Hermione gave him a non-committal smile then opened her book bag. A parchment fell out and Blaise bent down to pick it up. Hermione’s face flushed when she saw what he had in his hand.
Blaise gave her a serious look out of his dark eyes and handed her the parchment without a word.
“It’s not what you think,” said Hermione breathlessly.
“You don’t know what I am thinking,” said Blaise as he turned to gather his books and quills.
“He still writes me,” said Hermione with a quick rush of words. “But we are just friends.”
“It is none of my business what you and Viktor Krum are or are not,” said Blaise stiffly. He picked up one of her books and handed it to her with an unreadable look on is handsome face.
“Well,” said Hermione hesitantly. “You are my boyfriend.”
“But he was your first…..boyfriend,” said Blaise as he looked into her eyes and said the last word with careful emphasis.
Hermione nodded reluctantly.
“I see,” said Blaise a touch impatiently. He turned away from Hermione and began to leave the library. Hermione called his name and caught up to him as he approached the door. She fell into his steps quietly as they left the library. Blaise was not looking at her.
“Wait one second,” hissed Hermione after the silence got to her.
“What?” asked Blaise. He couldn’t help it. It had known she had a lover previous to him but he had not known his name. Now that the faceless man had a name and a recognizable name at that, it made everything between them seem awkward.
“We both were not virgins when we met,” said Hermione reasonably as she pulled on his arm so he would stop and face her.
“True,” agreed Blaise. Although, he really didn’t count that roll in the vineyard with his cousin as being an affair. Hermione had been to bed with a world famous Quidditch star. He had clearly taught her things. It had not been a one nighter. Blaise was disconcerted to realize that he was jealous.
“And I guess I have reaped the benefit of your education,” said Blaise dryly.
“No need to be crude,” said Hermione as she flushed with embarrassment.
“I am just stating a fact,” said Blaise coolly.
“What’s wrong?” whispered Hermione.
“I don’t…there is nothing wrong,” said Blaise with a frown. He turned to walk away then he stopped and whirled around. “Yes, there is something wrong. Why are you even going out with me? He’s Viktor Krum for fuck sakes.”
“I know,” said Hermione as she soothed a hand down Blaise’s arm and they resumed walking. “But you are you. I like you.”
“You do,” said Blaise suspiciously.
“Yes,” said Hermione. “You are smart, funny and sarcastic. I like that.”
“But I am not as experienced as he is, nor am I as famous,” said Blaise with a troubled look on his face. He chewed his lip and looked away from her.
“Blaise,” said Hermione with a small smile as she saw the petulant curl of his lip. “What can I do to prove to you that I don’t compare you in my mind to Viktor?”
“Come to Slytherin dungeons tonight,” said Blaise with a determined look on his face. “Merlin knows, you and Potter have been breaking curfew for years.”
“I couldn’t,” said Hermione as her cheeks went scarlet.
“I knew it,” said Blaise dismissively. He turned to walk away from her.
“Wait,” said Hermione. He was jealous. She could see it in every line of his stiff body and in the look in his dark eyes. It made her heart sing. Their relationship was growing steadily. She had not lied when she said she liked him. She found him to be amusing and arousing at the same time.
“What?”
“I’ll come,” said Hermione as she bit her lip. “But you have to get rid of your room mates. I don’t want them gossiping all over Hogwarts.”
“I’ll take care of my room mates, love,” said Blaise as the beginnings of a wicked smile spread over his face.
Hermione bit her lip and gave him a tentative smile. They were now standing just outside the Great Hall.
“I’ll see you later?” said Blaise quietly. He gathered her face up in his hands and looked down at her. He dropped a quick kiss on her lips.
Hermione blushed as she saw the looks they were getting from other students.
“I can’t wait to make love to you in my bed,” whispered Blaise against her mouth softly.
Hermione’s heart gave a thump when she realized the truth in his words. Tonight, they were going to make love for really the first time. Now, they were starting to have feelings for each other. Now, it wasn’t just sex anymore.
London:
“Flint,” said the owner of the Falmouth Falcons. “I want you to meet our new seeker. Viktor Krum, this is the captain of the team, Marcus Flint.”
“Cheers mate,” said Marcus Flint as he eyed the Bulgarian seeker with shrewd eyes. He stood up and shook Viktor’s hand.
“And Flint,” said the owner with a look at the burly captain. “Make sure your beaters take special care of this one.”
“I will sir,” said Marcus crisply. He would wager his salary that Krum must have cost the world. Then he smiled as he thought that this year, they were definitely going to win the league championship.
“Now Krum,” said Marcus Flint as he gestured a bar maid to their table. “What brings you to Britain?”
“The usual,” said Viktor as he accepted a drink from his new captain. “I wanted to see new places and experience a new style of play.”
“I see,” said Marcus with a sly smile. “What’s her name?”
Viktor laughed and just drank his drink. Marcus Flint was everything he was led to expect. A lad’s lad, he was a lot smarter than people gave him credit for. Marcus Flint was very popular with his team mates, unpopular with his opponents, and a rogue with the ladies. He accepted the offer from the Falcons for various reasons, the primary being that he would now be in the same country as Hermione. Maybe now, their relationship would be taken to a new level.
“Can I interest you in a little female companionship in the meantime?” asked Marcus innocently. He looked over to a group of witches at the bar with a raised eyebrow.
Viktor smiled at the sly look in the other man’s eyes and shrugged. He had a feeling that he was going to like Flint and the Falmouth Falcons.
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter Ten:
“Blaise,” asked Draco slyly. He tangled his fingers in Blaise’s curly hair. He shifted to lie fully against his sweaty naked body.
“Hmmm,” asked Blaise with a sigh. He felt sated. For the second night in a row, Draco had come to his bed ‘to play’. And when Draco chose to play, he did nothing by halves.
“Do you know what I fantasize about?” whispered Draco in his ear.
“Do tell,” said Blaise with half smile. He had a feeling he would be hearing Hermione’s name.
“I used to fantasize about you, me and Pansy together,” said Draco with a wicked smile into the darkness. He felt Blaise start with surprise.
“You would have loved her skin, mate,” said Draco as his eyes half closed with the memory. “She smells like roses and her skin is as smooth as Chinese silk. Her hands were very delicate and they feel wonderful on your skin.”
“Do you miss her,” whispered Blaise as he soothed his hand over Draco’s back.
“Not really,” said Draco in an off hand tone. But Blaise could feel the lie in Draco’s tense back.
“But you fantasized about all three of us together,” said Blaise softly as he changed the subject.
“Yes,” said Draco as he relaxed under Blaise’s soothing hands. “After Hogwarts, of course. After all, one must never let a marriage get stale.”
“You absolute perv,” said Blaise with amusement.
“How do you think my parents stay married?” said Draco with a snicker. “They both have outside interests and interests they share together. Usually, I try not to think about it.”
“That’s quite shocking,” said Blaise with surprise.
“Your father keeps a mistress,” said Draco with certainty.
“Yes, but it’s kind of a tradition,” protested Blaise. “But my mother wouldn’t have a lover.”
“How very Italian,” mocked Draco. “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, Blaise. Anyway, I had earmarked you for further adventures. Wouldn’t it be brilliant to share this with another person?” Draco let his mouth trail down Blaise’s neck. He smiled when he heard Blaise moan. He was going to lead Blaise step by small step into his nefarious plan. In the end, Blaise would think it was his idea to invite Granger to their bed. As Draco’s hand slipped down Blaise’s flat stomach, he told him about his fantasy about them and his former girlfriend.
Later that week, Draco was walking down the hallway when he saw something that got his back up immediately. There was Pansy standing near the Library twirling her hair as she listened to that utter wanker, Kevin Entwhisle. She was giving him her patented under the eyelashes look, too. Entwhisle looked rather dazed at the attention he was getting from Pansy. Draco just felt sick. He turned and ran into the last person he wanted to see at that moment.
“Watch it,” snapped Draco as he put his hands out to support Hermione Granger.
“You ran into me,” protested Hermione. Her lips pursed as she took in the scene over Draco’s shoulder. She blinked in surprise.
“Just watch it,” said a confused and upset Draco. He hurried away from her without a backward glance.
Hermione watched him go with a curious expression on her face. Later that night, when she and Blaise were doing their homework together, she told him what she witnessed.
“I told you before,” said Blaise absently. “Draco loved Pansy - at least, the idea of Pansy.”
“Yes,” said Hermione, “that whole pureblood marriage of equals, then.”
“Where did you get that idea,” said Blaise with surprise. “Malfoy’s father is not what one would refer to as old money. The opposite is true, in fact. His bloodline may be impeccable but his father had to rescue the family finances any way he could. His grandfather ran through the original fortune so Lucius had to work for his galleons. The Parkinsons are different though, old money but not much left in the Gringott’s vault. I think Draco’s parents had hoped for an alliance with a wealthier family. And Pansy’s had hoped for a less flashy family. But they took one look at each other in third year and that was that. To hell with family expectations.”
“Oh,” said Hermione as she thought about how she had misjudged the Pansy-Draco relationship. It seemed that Draco, underneath that icy exterior, had a heart.
“Speaking of expectations,” whispered Blaise wickedly in her ear, “why don’t you come down to the dungeons later on tonight?”
“Are you completely mad,” whispered Hermione back at him.
“No,” said Blaise. “Have you ever been to the Slytherin dungeons?”
“Stop it,” said Hermione as a smile played across her face. Blaise’s long fingers were trailing over her knee.
“You have to let me …err show you around some time,” said Blaise with a slight grin. The sex with Draco was all well and good but he liked the feel of Hermione’s hands and better yet, her mouth.
Hermione gave him a non-committal smile then opened her book bag. A parchment fell out and Blaise bent down to pick it up. Hermione’s face flushed when she saw what he had in his hand.
Blaise gave her a serious look out of his dark eyes and handed her the parchment without a word.
“It’s not what you think,” said Hermione breathlessly.
“You don’t know what I am thinking,” said Blaise as he turned to gather his books and quills.
“He still writes me,” said Hermione with a quick rush of words. “But we are just friends.”
“It is none of my business what you and Viktor Krum are or are not,” said Blaise stiffly. He picked up one of her books and handed it to her with an unreadable look on is handsome face.
“Well,” said Hermione hesitantly. “You are my boyfriend.”
“But he was your first…..boyfriend,” said Blaise as he looked into her eyes and said the last word with careful emphasis.
Hermione nodded reluctantly.
“I see,” said Blaise a touch impatiently. He turned away from Hermione and began to leave the library. Hermione called his name and caught up to him as he approached the door. She fell into his steps quietly as they left the library. Blaise was not looking at her.
“Wait one second,” hissed Hermione after the silence got to her.
“What?” asked Blaise. He couldn’t help it. It had known she had a lover previous to him but he had not known his name. Now that the faceless man had a name and a recognizable name at that, it made everything between them seem awkward.
“We both were not virgins when we met,” said Hermione reasonably as she pulled on his arm so he would stop and face her.
“True,” agreed Blaise. Although, he really didn’t count that roll in the vineyard with his cousin as being an affair. Hermione had been to bed with a world famous Quidditch star. He had clearly taught her things. It had not been a one nighter. Blaise was disconcerted to realize that he was jealous.
“And I guess I have reaped the benefit of your education,” said Blaise dryly.
“No need to be crude,” said Hermione as she flushed with embarrassment.
“I am just stating a fact,” said Blaise coolly.
“What’s wrong?” whispered Hermione.
“I don’t…there is nothing wrong,” said Blaise with a frown. He turned to walk away then he stopped and whirled around. “Yes, there is something wrong. Why are you even going out with me? He’s Viktor Krum for fuck sakes.”
“I know,” said Hermione as she soothed a hand down Blaise’s arm and they resumed walking. “But you are you. I like you.”
“You do,” said Blaise suspiciously.
“Yes,” said Hermione. “You are smart, funny and sarcastic. I like that.”
“But I am not as experienced as he is, nor am I as famous,” said Blaise with a troubled look on his face. He chewed his lip and looked away from her.
“Blaise,” said Hermione with a small smile as she saw the petulant curl of his lip. “What can I do to prove to you that I don’t compare you in my mind to Viktor?”
“Come to Slytherin dungeons tonight,” said Blaise with a determined look on his face. “Merlin knows, you and Potter have been breaking curfew for years.”
“I couldn’t,” said Hermione as her cheeks went scarlet.
“I knew it,” said Blaise dismissively. He turned to walk away from her.
“Wait,” said Hermione. He was jealous. She could see it in every line of his stiff body and in the look in his dark eyes. It made her heart sing. Their relationship was growing steadily. She had not lied when she said she liked him. She found him to be amusing and arousing at the same time.
“What?”
“I’ll come,” said Hermione as she bit her lip. “But you have to get rid of your room mates. I don’t want them gossiping all over Hogwarts.”
“I’ll take care of my room mates, love,” said Blaise as the beginnings of a wicked smile spread over his face.
Hermione bit her lip and gave him a tentative smile. They were now standing just outside the Great Hall.
“I’ll see you later?” said Blaise quietly. He gathered her face up in his hands and looked down at her. He dropped a quick kiss on her lips.
Hermione blushed as she saw the looks they were getting from other students.
“I can’t wait to make love to you in my bed,” whispered Blaise against her mouth softly.
Hermione’s heart gave a thump when she realized the truth in his words. Tonight, they were going to make love for really the first time. Now, they were starting to have feelings for each other. Now, it wasn’t just sex anymore.
London:
“Flint,” said the owner of the Falmouth Falcons. “I want you to meet our new seeker. Viktor Krum, this is the captain of the team, Marcus Flint.”
“Cheers mate,” said Marcus Flint as he eyed the Bulgarian seeker with shrewd eyes. He stood up and shook Viktor’s hand.
“And Flint,” said the owner with a look at the burly captain. “Make sure your beaters take special care of this one.”
“I will sir,” said Marcus crisply. He would wager his salary that Krum must have cost the world. Then he smiled as he thought that this year, they were definitely going to win the league championship.
“Now Krum,” said Marcus Flint as he gestured a bar maid to their table. “What brings you to Britain?”
“The usual,” said Viktor as he accepted a drink from his new captain. “I wanted to see new places and experience a new style of play.”
“I see,” said Marcus with a sly smile. “What’s her name?”
Viktor laughed and just drank his drink. Marcus Flint was everything he was led to expect. A lad’s lad, he was a lot smarter than people gave him credit for. Marcus Flint was very popular with his team mates, unpopular with his opponents, and a rogue with the ladies. He accepted the offer from the Falcons for various reasons, the primary being that he would now be in the same country as Hermione. Maybe now, their relationship would be taken to a new level.
“Can I interest you in a little female companionship in the meantime?” asked Marcus innocently. He looked over to a group of witches at the bar with a raised eyebrow.
Viktor smiled at the sly look in the other man’s eyes and shrugged. He had a feeling that he was going to like Flint and the Falmouth Falcons.