Hermione had just put away the last book and was making her way through the many aisles of the University library where she worked when she saw him. He was walking past the tables with a look of amusement on his handsome face and a slight smile on his lips as he looked at the various Muggle students working on research. He moved with a grace that was surprising considering his tall and lanky figure, walking effortlessly among the students and tables.
He was a good-looking man, though he tended to not realize just how well put together he was, which made him more attractive. He had a general attitude as if he owned the world and merely allowed others to populate it for his amusement, taking very few things in life seriously but completely devoted to those few things he did love. The thirty-seven year old witch ran a hand through her unruly curls as a frown crossed her lips.
She did not need this right now. There had been an early meeting and she’d nearly missed it because her shower had taken a little too long and she hadn’t been able to get anything for breakfast and was now ravenous as it neared her lunch time. She wanted to go purchase a sandwich from the students’ cafeteria, grab a book, and sit beneath a tree to relax during her break. She did not wish to have yet another confrontation of some sort with her children’s Potions professor, which, judging from the look in his dark blue eyes as he neared her, was what was ahead for her. His smile widened as he saw her, giving her every indication that the kids had gotten into trouble, again.
"Granger," Blaise drawled as he reached her, his eyes quickly looking over her Muggle clothing before focusing on her eyes.
"Professor," she said sweetly, a look of resignation entering her brown eyes as she asked, "What brings you here during the middle of the day? Don’t you have students to harass?"
"Really, Granger, you know that you’re my favorite person to torment," Blaise mocked her sweet tone, his eyes flashing with amusement at her surly attitude. It had become routine since the boys entered Hogwarts for him to spend his lunch break at this Muggle library discussing their latest mischief, having to admit it was always a highlight of a rather dull day.
With a sigh, she merely asked, "What did they do this time?"
"Perhaps we should go to your office to discuss this matter," he suggested as he looked pointedly at the Muggles scattered around.
"My office?" she arched a brow and studied him for a moment before agreeing, "This way."
"This building has a horrid odor," Blaise observed as they walked towards the back of the library where the offices were located.
"It’s called the scent of books," Hermione smirked at him, "you know those strange rectangle objects we received during class that you rarely bothered to open?"
"No wonder I didn’t trouble to open one if they had this unpleasant stench," he replied smoothly, giving her an arrogant look that he had perfected over the last decade as he informed her loftily, "Slytherins do not bother with such distasteful things."
"As if those smelly potions you concoct have a better aroma," she snorted rudely, "I’ve had a dreadful morning, Zabini, and honestly am not in the mood for a silly debate with you. We’re in my office now so why don’t you tell me why left school in the middle of the afternoon to come here. What did the boys do this time?’
"Those terrors of yours," he said coolly as he removed his Muggle coat and placed it on a chair before looking back at the pretty brunette, "decided to create a potion without following proper instructions. I do wonder where they inherited that defiance of authority."
"Hey, don’t give me that look," Hermione glared at the handsome wizard, "I respected my elders when I was at Hogwarts." Seeing his disbelieving gaze, she smiled sheepishly as she shrugged, "Most of the time, I did. What did they create this time?"
"You don’t want to know," Blaise shook his head as he ran his fingers through his black hair, "no one was injured permanently, but the precious demons have received two weeks of detention with Snape so I do believe they will think before creating next time."
"Bloody hell," Hermione cursed softly, her lips curving into a slight smile, "those three boys are going to be the death of me, I swear. Now I understand why Molly was so amused when I found I was having triplets."
"I know that you are not comparing our children to those Weasley brats," Blaise said slowly, his eyes narrowing as he looked at his wife of fourteen years.
"No, I think our boys make Fred and George look harmless!" Hermione laughed when she saw him sulking. "Darling, you look adorable when you pout but I would think a wizard of your advanced years would cease acting like a spoiled brat at some point in his life."
"I will not have my children compared to those redhead mongrels you call friend," Blaise replied promptly, "they are merely adventurous and curious, two fine qualities for a Zabini to possess."
"You weren’t calling them curious when they got into your Potion supplies over the holidays," Hermione reminded with a smile as she walked towards him.
"Granger, it would be best if you remain silent when I am defending our children against such slanderous allegations. Like a Weasley my arse!" Blaise said sharply, having no affection whatsoever to any of the ever growing family of redheads that his wife considered her family. He tolerated them, had to put up with four of their kids in his various Potions classes, even had to grit his teeth as his middle son became best friends with one, but he did not like them at all. Potter, he could tolerate.
Weasley, though, had dated his wife during their sixth year at Hogwarts and Blaise had not forgotten the besotted adoration the redhead had for the pretty brunette. He normally got along well with most people, tending to ignore most of them, but those damn Weasleys were just loud and obnoxious and liked to hug too bloody much! He liked the eldest, Bill, and got along well with Arthur because of their mutual enjoyment of Muggle things, but the others could go far away and he’d never miss them. Unfortunately, their children loved their extended family. Thinking of their children, his lips curved into a slight smile.
The boys were definitely a handful, and that was with him working at Hogwarts and keeping an eye on them. They had inherited their mother’s bravery and daring and his recklessness and mischievousness. Luckily, they had also inherited their parents’ intelligence and their mother‘s beauty, two having black hair like him and one having her russet locks. They were all handsome boys at thirteen, which pleased him, and Ravenclaws much to his and Hermione’s surprise considering their troublesome behavior and penchant for mischief, though it was possible the sorting hat had somehow known that placing them in Gryffindor or Slytherin would have caused much gloating from either he or Hermione.
"I believe, Mister Zabini, that you like our sons getting into trouble so often," Hermione teased as she moved her fingers along his jaw, their eyes meeting as she brushed her lips against his, "because it gives you an excuse to come to my smelly old library to see me."
"I daresay that the Old Bat is getting suspicious," Blaise confessed with a wicked smile, "I don’t think she believes I have to come to tell you personally each and every time one of the brats gets detention or scolded when I could surely send you an owl."
"Minerva is not an ‘Old Bat’," Hermione defended her former Head of House, the Headmistress at Hogwarts for the last dozen years. "And I think she knows exactly why you have a penchant for leaving during lunch to tell me the boys latest escapades personally. She is a woman, after all, and surely must know that you just can’t stay away from me for too long."
"You forget, Granger. I’m the irresistible one in this relationship," he reminded smugly before his arm went around her back and pulled her towards him, his lips meeting hers. Hands moved quickly, removing their clothing until he could feel her naked body against his. Lifting her onto her desk, his hand moved between her legs, finding her wet. Releasing her mouth, he leered playfully, "Someone’s excited by my lunch time visit."
"Yes, you are," she smiled as she stroked his erection, spreading her legs and licking her lips, before she demanded, "quit wasting time, Blaise, and fuck me!"
"Bossy know-it-all," he whispered before his cock entered her, his lips again moving against hers. His hand moved to her hair, pulling the pins out and letting it fall down her back, his hands tangling in the brunette locks as he entered her more deeply.
Hermione met his thrusts, her hands moving along his back and scratching the golden skin as they fucked on her desk. She had been working at the library for three years, since the boys started school, needing something to do to occupy her time and enjoying the chance to work in a Muggle environment while Blaise was at Hogwarts teaching. He lived at their estate outside London with her, coming home every evening, but he had suggested that she accept a position at the library at Hogwarts so they could see each other more often and they could both keep an eye on their children.
Personally, she suspected he really wanted her to work at Hogwarts so they could sneak away into the Restricted Section and shag during lunch. Their first kiss had happened in the library during seventh year following an intense discussion regarding Magical Theory and, ever since, they both found it somewhat arousing to be together surrounded by the smell of books. He loved to surprise her at lunch for a quick shag in her office whenever his schedule allowed and she was seriously considering the offer to work at the school so she could surprise him occasionally and shag him in the middle of his Potions classroom, one of her favorite fantasies.
Hermione kissed his face as they moved together, laying back on her desk as his mouth moved down her neck to her breasts. She moaned as he sucked on her nipples, her fingers moving through his short blond hair and urging him closer. The tension spread over her before snapping, her muscles tightening around him as she came with a low whimper. He caught her lips with his and sunk deep inside her before he came, her muscles squeezing his release from his cock.
"I love having you for lunch," Blaise smiled gently after he ended their kiss, his hands moving along her body before he reluctantly withdrew. Reaching for his wand, he quickly cleaned them up and began to dress.
"Merlin, I don’t want to move," Hermione stretched, a sate smile on her face as she sat up. Her eyes looked over him hungrily before she sighed, knowing there wasn’t time for a repeat. "What time will you be home tonight?"
"Early," Blaise finished buttoning his shirt and looked at her, "my last class is over by four and I don’t have any meetings scheduled so I should be home before you."
"Great," Hermione smiled impishly, "you can cook dinner then."
A dark brow arched as he grimaced, "Cook? I do not cook, Granger. I can’t cook. Have you learned nothing in the seventeen years we’ve been together?"
"You know, darling," Hermione teased, "you really can’t call me Granger anymore. I’ve been a Zabini for nearly fifteen years."
"I like calling you Granger," he smiled smugly, "It is, what do they call it? A pet name?"
"Hmph," Hermione snorted, having had this discussion more times than she could even count since they got married. She actually found it sweet when he called her Granger but she had to make some show of being annoyed for him to continue doing so. "What about dinner?"
"I’ll have Hinky prepare something, of course," Blaise named the House Elf that Hermione insisted on paying regardless of the creatures obvious confusion. "Your hair is disheveled, love. May want to fix that before leaving your office. I do believe everyone would know that you’ve just been properly shagged by a devastatingly handsome wizard if you go out looking like that."
"Conceited prat," she stuck her tongue out at him as she tried to control her hair to twist into something resembling order, loving how flirtatious and charming Blaise could be when they were alone, her husband normally rather quiet and reserved when they were around others.
"Gorgeous vixen," he winked before kissing her again, "I’ll see you after work."
"Give the boys my love and tell them to behave," Hermione told him as she pulled her shirt back on and tried to find where he had thrown her knickers.
"Looking for these?" he asked as he showed her the scrap of material hanging from his finger. With a very naughty smile, he inhaled her scent from the fabric before putting them in his pocket, his indigo eyes darkening as he huskily said, "I’ll give them back to you tonight. Ta love."
"Blaise!" she hissed as she watched him open the door to leave, "Give me back my knickers!"
"Tonight," he called out over his shoulder, laughing softly at the muttered curses that followed his departure, a look of anticipation crossing his face as he thought of the wicked ways in which his sexy wife would repay him that evening for stealing her underwear. His smile widened as he entered the main area of the Muggle library. He could hardly wait!
*the end*