Tell Me: Chapter Six
Tell Me
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Chapter Six:
The Slytherin Common Room:
Draco could smell a rat. He curled up on a couch and trained his eyes on the door to the Slytherin common room. Last night, Zabini came swanning into their room looking very smug. He deflected all of Draco’s attempts to worm information out of him. And tonight, after receiving an owl that he promptly tossed into the fire after reading it, Blaise had tried on almost every pair of trousers in his considerable wardrobe before deciding on those lovely Italian made black trousers that Draco coveted. He spent even more time on his hair. Theo and Draco watched Blaise prepare for an obvious date with curiosity and occasional mockery.
“I wonder where Zabini was off to,” drawled Theo as he opened an owl carelessly in the couch opposite Draco. He didn’t look up.
“I wonder,” said Draco thoughtfully. “He was wearing that cologne I nick from him on occasion. My parents would never let me have it. My mother thinks it is scandalous the way the Italian ministry has melded with the muggles as far as clothes and customs go. I tried to convince her that Armani was a wizard that only pretended to be a muggle in order to get a pair of those lovely trousers but unfortunately Mummy knows more about muggle fashion than she lets on to Father.”
“The time and galleons you and Blaise spend on your wardrobes is completely scandalous,” said Theo a touch disapprovingly.
“Oh please Theo,” said Draco as he rolled his eyes. “You’ve been spending a few galleons at Madame Milliken’s lately judging by your robes this term. Is she worth it?’
“I’m sorry,” said Theo innocently. “I have no idea what you are on about Malfoy. You do know that if you spent more time on your studies that you do with Quidditch Weekly, your grades would be better. Marcus Flint used to be able to quote Quidditch through the Ages but he barely passed his NEWTS.”
“Flint didn’t need his NEWTS,” said Malfoy with a smirk. “I don’t believe the Falmouth Falcons took a look at his grades when he signed with them.”
“Yes,” said Theo mildly. “But Flint was Flint. He had professional teams fighting over him since we were in first year. He always knew what he was going to do with his life. What are you going to do with yours?”
“Speaking of Flint,” said Draco as he deflected talk of the future with a slight shudder. “Do you think that all those rumors about him and his friends were true?”
“Most likely,” said Theo. “I overheard Flitwick saying that when that lot graduated that they should have walked with Ravenclaws because they spent so much time in Ravenclaw tower. Professor Snape said if that were the case then the female Hufflepuff population better slide into his line because they usually knew the Slytherin password before his first years did.”
“There will never be a Quidditch team quite like them again,” said Draco nostalgically.
“Thank the gods,” said Theo. “Snape doesn’t patrol as relentlessly as he did when that lot was still here. I think I lost count of how many seventh years had detention because of ‘behavior unbecoming a Slytherin’ in third year. What did that mean anyway?”
“They got caught in bed with a witch,” said Draco with a snicker. “Bole and Pucey were the worst. Bole didn’t care if he got tossed out. School was just a pesky interruption as far as he was concerned. Pucey just used to forget that the witches were still there.”
“I wonder what it is like to be that rich like Tarquin Bole,” mused Theo. “To know that you can live off the interest of one of your off-shore bank accounts for the rest of your life? Tell me, Draco, what is that like exactly?”
“Not a clue,” said Draco with a shrug. “My parents may buy me what I like but I haven’t got an actual clue how much money is in the family vaults.”
“Unfortunately,” said Theo with a grimace as he got to his feet. “I know exactly how that feels. Someday our families are going to have to tell us what is what rather than keeping us in the dark.”
“I like the dark,” said Draco pensively after a short silence.
“I like the shadows,” said Theo cryptically as he got up and made to go towards the dormitory. “Are you coming Malfoy?”
“I think I will wait up for Blaise,” said Draco as he looked towards the door. He missed Theo Nott’s amused grin.
A Deserted Classroom near the Library:
“Granger,” said Blaise Zabini as he peered into the gloom of the deserted room.
“My,” said Hermione evenly as she stepped out of the shadows. “You are very prompt.”
“And I kept my mouth shut,” said Blaise as his eyes glowed in the faint light.
This morning, Hermione had woken up mortified by her behavior the night before. It had taken every shred of her bravery to walk into the Great Hall with her head held high. She had fully expected Zabini to tell the Slytherins all about their heated little encounter but she had been pleasantly surprised. All she had gotten from the Slytherins was the usual sniff from Parkinson and an intense look from Malfoy.
Then after breakfast, she had to endure seeing Ron and Susan Bones walking out of the Hall holding hands. All day, it set her teeth on edge as people came up to ask her about Ron’s new girlfriend. She had gotten one or two sympathetic looks as well. It set her back up. She had written to Zabini to get things straight between them but now that she was here with him, she wasn’t so sure.
Hermione caught her breath as she suddenly realized that he had dressed up for her. She looked at his face and gave a small smile and stepped closer. He not only looked good; he smelt enticing. She gave the Slytherin a cool up and down gaze that took in the well cut clothes and that air of elegance. Zabini could make the Hogwarts uniform look like it came from the pages of Vogue magazine.
“I owled you to get a few things straight between us about last night,” said Hermione softly.
“I know,” said Blaise with a smirk. “You looked terrified today at breakfast. You really think I went back and posted a note in the common room last night.”
“The thought had crossed my mind,” said Hermione dryly.
“I know what you want,” said Blaise as he stepped closer so he towered over her.
“Do you?” challenged Hermione as she felt his hand close around her upper arm.
“Discretion,” whispered Blaise. “And you want to make Weasley realize what he’s been missing.” His hand dipped to caress her back.
“Actually no,” said Hermione as her temper flared. She was so tired of people mentioning Ron today. Her hand drifted over to rest on Blaise’s jumper. She slid her hand underneath and touched his stomach. Her fingers trailed down the faint trail of silky hair on his stomach. Her fingers dipped to caress his lower stomach as Blaise gasped.
“What do you want?” asked Blaise in a hesitant voice.
“I am not sure,” purred Hermione as she stroked his tensing stomach. It felt good to be in control. In Bulgaria, Viktor had been the teacher and she, the student. “But I do know that I do not want to talk about Ron Weasley.”
“So,” said Blaise as he looked at her hungrily. He knew exactly why Malfoy found her so fascinating. She was exotic and mysterious. She was, at the same time, a powerful witch and an eccentric muggle.
“So,” purred Hermione as a thick silence fell between them. Her fingers continued their petting as Blaise’s hands stroked her back and pulled her nearer to his tall frame. Hermione moaned in her throat as Blaise’s hand drifted around her back to cup her breast through her jumper.
“Hermione,” whispered Blaise just before his mouth dipped in to capture her lips. “No more talking.”
“Yes,” said Hermione as she welcomed his eager mouth. They stood in the darkness of the deserted classroom and exchanged kiss after hungry kiss. She moaned when his hands closed around her breasts. Hermione made encouraging moans as he squeezed and caressed her aching nipples through her shirt.
Hermione opened her eyes and sighed when Blaise’s mouth dipped to her neck and he kissed his way around her throat. The rough feel of the stubble on his cheek as he rubbed it against her sensitive neck was making her shiver. She missed this sensation, the feel of a man in her arms. Her thighs quivered with sensation as he lightly bit her earlobe then laved it better with his tongue. Hermione’s mouth went dry as she felt him against her belly. The feel of his erection was quickly turning her brains to mush. She pulled away from Blaise albeit reluctantly. Her body screamed its protest.
“Hermione,” moaned Blaise. “Please don’t pull away.”
“We have to get something straight,” panted Hermione. “I need to know something.”
“What?” asked Blaise as he pulled her up against his straining body and thrust his tongue into her mouth as he kissed her. Blaise could feel how plaint and eager she was. He did not want her head gaining control at this late juncture.
Hermione pulled away from him with a reluctant gasp. Zabini was a very good kisser. His lips were firm and very masculine.
“Your family,” gasped Hermione as Blaise wrapped a hand around her body and firmly caressed her backside. “Did they support You-know-who?”
“My family is many things,” said Blaise with a sly smile. “But they are not supporters of You-know-who.”
“What do you mean?” asked Hermione with curiosity.
“My family originated in Italia,” said Blaise with a grin at the look of curiosity in her wide brown eyes. “The Muggle and Wizarding worlds are not so different there. My familia has a more….relaxed attitude than most purebloods.”
“Oh,” said Hermione.
“Can we keep going then?” asked Blaise with a sly, wicked smile.
“I feel honor bound to tell you that I am not really looking for a boyfriend,” whispered Hermione. She could feel his hand caressing her arse.
“I know,” said Blaise with a genuine smile. “You are looking for revenge.”
Before Hermione could protest, although truth be told, Zabini was correct; he kissed her again with all the pent up lust in his overwrought teenage body.
“And what would drive Weasley more mental than you and me?” said Blaise against her moist lips. “Don’t worry, darling, I have absolutely no objections on being your instrument of revenge. I trust I shall be richly compensated for my role?”
“Oh, yes,” said Hermione. She put her hand over the front of his straining trousers to lightly outline his firm erection with her fingertips. She pushed Blaise down a moment later to sit on a straight backed wooden chair. She climbed up on his lap and straddled the stunned Slytherin. Hermione smirked at the stunned expression on his face.
“Am I doing something that a nice, biddable pureblood witch would never do again?” asked Hermione innocently as she wiggled in place provocatively.
“I don’t know about that,” said Blaise as he hauled her up to lay against his tall frame more snuggly. “But you are doing something that I never in a million years thought a nice Gryffindor girl would do.”
“Blaise,” said Hermione as she kissed his mouth lightly. “Nice girls do like sex. It is not medieval times any more.”
“I’m not daft,” said Blaise with a grin against her lips. “I meant that a nice Gryffindor girl would never do this with a Slytherin.”
“Hmmm,” said Hermione as she kissed the sides of his enticing mouth. He smelled wonderful. “Do you want to touch me?”
“Oh, yes,” said Blaise as his heart rate accelerated with anticipation. That teasing note in her voice made his cock actually get harder. Blaise did not think that was possible. Before he could get his hands wrapped firmly around her pert little breasts, Hermione arched away from him. Blaise shivered in longing at the wicked gleam in her eyes.
“I wonder if pureblood girls like doing this,” purred Hermione as she slid her hands into his trousers and grasped at his straining erection. She bit her lip as she explored his penis. She looked down and opened those expensive trousers wide and took him out. She softly moaned as she saw how his erect cock waved in the dim light. When she began to pet at him, she found that he was very hard, hot and quite thick. She could barely put her fingers around his shaft.
Blaise felt like the back of his head was going to explode as her slim little fingers wrapped themselves around his pulsing erection. His mouth went bone dry when she slid to her knees in front of him. A burst of pure excitement went through his tense frame as he realized that she was about to give him a blow job. Blaise panted then gave a low loud moan as he felt the wet heat of her mouth close over his straining cock. He bit his lip as fought not to come immediately. Hermione Granger was giving him his very first blowjob. If Blaise had any wits left about him, he would be flabbergasted by the turn of events. As it was, he was unaware that he was moaning her name…loudly.
Hermione gave an inward smile as she heard him moan her name. She loved doing this to a man. Viktor had taught her how to this very intimate thing. Hermione ran her tongue around the red tip and was rewarded with a loud gasp. What she loved most about giving a blowjob was the feeling of power it gave her. Blaise Zabini, the scion of an old pureblood family, was completely in her power.
“Do you want me to stop,” asked Hermione innocently as she lifted her head and looked up at the Slytherin. Her lips were moist and puffy.
“No,” begged Blaise incoherently. “Please…I…can’t…please.”
Her hand was still moving. She was squeezing at his hard shaft slowly but firmly, up and down.
“Do you like it?” asked Hermione slyly. She bent to lick the top of his erect penis.
“I love it,” moaned Blaise. “Don’t stop. Please.”
When the heat of her mouth closed over his throbbing penis a moment later, Blaise began to shiver. Her hand moved faster and faster still. He opened his bleary eyes and tried to gather his thoughts but every cell in his body was concentrated on the feelings in his groin.
“I’m going to come,” said Blaise as his hips were moving his penis deeper and deeper into her mouth, her glorious mouth. He looked down in a daze as a powerful wave of feeling came from deep inside of him. He watched as she took her mouth off his cock as the hot spurts of semen coated her pumping hand. Blaise threw back his head and said her name as the pulses of sensation tore through him. Many, many minutes later, he lifted his head and looked down at her. Hermione was still on her knees in front of him. Her hands were squeezing the last drops of come from his weakly pulsing shaft. Blaise panted and watched her. All of her attention was focused on his penis. He was still semi-erect which surprised Blaise seeing as he just had possibly the biggest orgasm of his life. A jolt of lust went through him when she lifted her head, looked him in the eyes and licked at her sticky fingers.
Hermione climbed back up onto his lap and wiggled unconsciously. She whimpered against his mouth, “Touch me.”
“I don’t know how to,” confessed Blaise as a red tinge went over his high cheekbones. His one and only sexual encounter before Hermione had been brief and disappointing.
“Do you want me to show you?” asked Hermione. A surge of lust rocketed up her spine. Tonight, she was definitely the teacher. Good thing, she liked giving lessons.
“Yes,” said Blaise eagerly.
“Now,” said Hermione in a tone not unlike Professor McGonagall’s. “You must remember that you have to be gentle and soft until I say that it is alright not to be.”
A stab of pure, unadulterated lust went through Blaise at the mock bossy tone in her voice. Theo Nott would just gnash his teeth if he could see him right now. Malfoy would explode out of sheer jealousy. Blaise nodded and groaned when she took his left hand and licked at his fingers.
“Gods,” said Blaise involuntarily when Hermione then slid his hand under her skirt into her pants. He touched her wet cleft and softly explored the moist folds. She felt hot and quite slippery. He looked into her eyes and smiled. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was panting. He was doing something right. He touched the top of her cleft lightly and was rewarded with a soft cry. He touched the tip of her hard clitoris in wonder. It was like he touched a magic button. Hermione moaned his name in such a way that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He touched that spot gently again and again.
“Stop,” moaned Hermione as she pulled his hand out of her pants.
“Did I do something wrong?” asked Blaise with a worried expression as Hermione clambered off of his lap.
“No,” said Hermione as she panted and made a quick decision. She could see him in the dim light. He was erect again. She wanted nothing more than to feel him deep inside her even though she originally had no intention of sleeping with him tonight. The ache between her legs accelerated and she acted. She pulled her pants down her legs and climbed back onto a rather stunned Blaise’s lap again.
Blaise could only groan incoherently as he felt her fingers wrap around his stiff cock and she brought him to her entrance. He groaned with the wet, hot feel of her pussy against his sensitive shaft. Then he cried out as she engulfed him inside her sweet, tight sheath with a smooth downward plunge.
“Tell me,” whispered Hermione against his mouth as she moved up and down on his lap. Her hands were fisted in his soft hair and she reveled in the feel of his thick shaft deep inside her, stretching her. “Tell me how much you love this.”
Blaise told her in broken words as they moved together towards a crescendo of sweet sensation.
The Slytherin Common Room:
Draco looked up sleepily as a noise woke him out of a light doze on one of the common room couches. He watched through narrowed eyes and a very disheveled Blaise Zabini went through the common room to the dormitory on stealthy feet.
“My,” said Draco slyly. “You look like you just had a very enjoyable roll in the hay.”
“Really?” said Blaise non-committedly. He gave a contented stretch.
“Who is she?” asked Malfoy with genuine curiosity.
Blaise licked his swollen lips and just gave a very satisfied smile as he looked at Malfoy. Draco was going to have a hippogriff tomorrow morning when he found out who exactly he was shagging tonight.
“You will find out,” said Blaise lightly.
Gryffindor Tower:
Hermione woke up the next morning and gave a long stretch. She felt good this morning. She wiggled her toes and thought about the previous night. A nice bout of uncomplicated sex is just what she had needed. She felt alive and relaxed this morning. She gave a slight frown as she remembered snippets of a dream she had that involved platinum hair and pouting mouth and shook the half memory away. She needed her wits about her today. Today was going to be an interesting one to say the least.