Hermione tossed and turned, her covers bunched around her legs. She finally gave up and opened her eyes. With a frown, the brunette witch sat up and pushed her hair out of her face. Sitting in the dark, she debated whether she should try reading until she felt sleepy or go for another walk. This year had been somewhat stressful, the most stressing of her seven at Hogwarts, which was surprising since it was also the first year that Voldemort was dead and there wasn’t threat of War. It was her final year, the majority of her time studying for NEWTS, maintaining a demanding class schedule with several advanced classes, tutoring younger students three afternoons a week, and fulfilling her responsibilities as Head Girl.
Luckily, Blaise Zabini had been named Head Boy, and the Slytherin had proven himself responsible and intelligent so she had someone to share in the Head duties. Thinking of the good-looking and charismatic raven-haired wizard caused Hermione’s frown to deepen. He was part of the reason she couldn’t sleep lately. When she did fall asleep, he tended to be there in her dreams, a smug smile on his handsome face and a wicked gleam in his indigo eyes, and she’d wake up aching and feeling even more stressed and frustrated than ever. To be quite honest, she had never even noticed him until this year. She knew his name, knew that he was in a majority of her most difficult elective classes, but she had never *noticed* him until they‘d been named Heads and begun sharing a common room.
It was only then that she noticed his curly black hair that looked so soft and tempted her to run her fingers through it. It was only then that she noticed his unusual and beautiful eyes that were a gorgeous shade of indigo that appeared violet when he was laughing or amused and almost navy blue when he was concentrating or passionate. It was only then that she had noticed the high cheekbones and full lips and perfect smile with brilliant white teeth and that golden complexion that spoke of his Italian roots. It was only then that she noticed his tall and lanky frame and the graceful way he moved and his gorgeous hands and those long, elegant fingers. It was only then that she noticed just how brilliant he was, what a sharp mind he possessed, what an amusing and sarcastic wit he had, what a cunning and sly cleverness he had.
Yes, she blamed Blaise Zabini for being one of many reasons she found sleep elusive this term. True, it wasn’t his fault that he was bloody gorgeous and charming and one of the smartest wizards she’d ever met. But, darn it, she had to blame someone and he seemed the perfect choice because she had trouble thinking of anything except him when she tried to sleep. With a groan, she got out of bed. This was becoming routine, she sighed. She would lay in bed for a couple of hours and, by midnight, she would be out of bed preparing to sneak out of school and take a walk by the lake. She’d sit by her favorite spot, a rock that overlooked the far end of the lake, and she’d just look at the stars until she felt like she was relaxed enough to get a few hours sleep.
The witch pulled on her shoes and reached for her warmest robe. It was early autumn but the evenings were all ready getting cool. Soon, it would be winter and she wouldn’t be able to take these nightly strolls to calm her nerves and de-stress, though she might even brave the snow if it meant tiring herself enough to sleep. She was hoping that her fascination with Blaise would fade as the school year progressed , convinced that her infatuation had to be a result of too much time focused on studying and not enough time paying attention to romance and boys. Thinking of Blaise, she amended that statement, because the dark Slytherin was most decidedly a man.
Sliding the robe over her pajamas, she quietly entered the common room. She glanced at Blaise’s closed door, keeping her coffee colored eyes on the door as she crept to the portrait, not wanting to alert the Head Boy to the fact that she was making it a habit to sneak out every night well after curfew. She was rather proud that she was crafty enough to sneak out of Hogwarts without borrowing Harry’s cloak, feeling rather Slytherin, which she wasn’t entirely sure was a good thing. True, a majority of the Slytherins had either remained neutral during the War or had, surprisingly, chosen to fight with Dumbeldore, so it felt rather rude to considering the House the ‘enemy’ any longer.
After the Battle at the Ministry, Malfoy had been removed from Hogwarts by his Mum, the two of them leaving the country while Lucius Malfoy turned on Voldemort, spying for the Order until Voldemort was finally killed. She heard that he had disappeared as soon as the Dark Lord was defeated, presumably going to his wife and son. Very few people were aware of the part he played in the War, his participation kept secret to avoid retribution by any loyalists to Voldemort that had not been killed or imprisoned.
Honestly, she was thrilled that Malfoy was no longer lurking around the hallways making her life miserable. In addition, his absence had allowed several Slytherin to make their own choices regarding Voldemort, choosing to fight against the Dark Lord. Zabini had remained neutral, his family Purebloods but definitely not followers of Voldemort, but she knew that Blaise had provided some information to Dumbledore during the War, passing along things he would hear around his House.
Hermione made it outside without running into Filch, breathing in the fresh air as she stepped out of the school. Remaining alert, she made her way to the lake, a small smile crossing her pretty face as she reached the edge of the water. She began to walk, her mind thinking over the events of the day, relaxing as she made her way to her rock. As she entered the trees, a peaceful feeling entered her body.
The moon was full and provided her with enough light to see, though she knew this path even without light. It was familiar to her, having walked it several dozen times since school began. She was nearing her rock when she paused, a puzzled expression crossing her face as she realized she was hearing splashing. Maybe an animal was in the lake, she decided as she slowed down. She didn’t want to rush in and scare it, not knowing what might be there. Instead, she moved quietly and peaked around the tree, trying to see what was making the splashing noise.
She didn’t see anything. Maybe she was starting to hear things. She had read that lack of sleep could make one delusional, wondering if that was what was happening. Just as she was about to step out of the trees to walk to her walk, she noticed something in the lake. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to see what it was. The moon provided enough light to see, but whatever it was appeared to be swimming and was under the water. As she watched, the creature moved closer to the shore.
Her eyes widened as she saw that it was a person. Who would be out this late? And, darn it, who had chosen her favorite spot to swim out of the entire large lake? Keeping her eyes on the man, because she could now tell that it was a man after seeing the bare chest that was slender and toned, she waited to see who it was, curiosity in her brown eyes.
After standing for several minutes, the man finally emerged from the water, causing her breath to catch. He looked like some sort of Roman water God, his body gorgeous, the water dripping down his bare chest and past a flat stomach and, Merlin. He was naked. Completely bare arsed naked. Hermione couldn’t prevent her eyes from staring at his penis. That word sounded too technical, she decided, her eyes staring at his cock, liking that word much better.
It was impressive, not that she had anything to compare it to. She had seen some photos of nude men in a magazine that Lavendar had brought to school the previous term, and she could say that this man definitely matched if not surpassed the men in that publication. Personally, she didn’t find that area of a man’s anatomy all that attractive, thinking it was actually rather ugly. But, now, seeing one in person, she had to change her opinion. This man had a gorgeous cock. She laughed softly as she realized that she was hiding behind a tree and staring at a man swimming naked and thinking about his naughty bits. He had a beautiful body, moving with grace as he left the lake and stretched, his curly black hair wet against his skull.
Hermione gasped as she suddenly had a thought. Merlin, it couldn’t be, could it? The body was right, more developed muscularly than she had thought but still the right height and skin tone. He looked up then, staring at the sky, a serene smile on his handsome face, confirming her suspicion. Holy fuck. Blaise Zabini. Blaise Zabini swimming. Naked Blaise Zabini. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Hermione felt her face flush and her heart begin to race as she told herself she should look away and leave, forget she had seen him naked. Oh God, she had been ogling Blaise’s cock.
She covered her eyes, knowing it was terrible to be violating his privacy like this. She was nothing more than a voyeuristic perv, she realized. She needed to go back to her room and sleep. Okay, so there would probably be a lot of improper touching, especially now that she had his naked image burned into her mind, but then there would be sleep. She did not need to remain beside this tree fighting the impulse to remove her hand and simply stare at him without worrying about being caught.
She nibbled on her bottom lip, contemplating the pros and cons of this situation. Pro, it was Blaise Zabini, the man she had been obsessed with for months. Con, she was feeling like a lecherous dirty old woman. Pro, it was naked Blaise Zabini. Con, she felt guilty for watching him without his knowledge. Pro, she would never again have this opportunity. Con, she wasn’t sure she could face him without blushing terribly and feeling awful for watching him walk around naked. Pro, she had all ready seen him naked so it really couldn’t hurt anything to watch him a bit longer. Con, nope, she was fresh out of cons. She moved her hand, opening her eyes and finding that he was still standing by the lake, his head tilted slightly, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Her eyes lazily moved over his body, her guilt fleeing as she resolved that she was going to enjoy this rare opportunity. He was even more perfect than she’d imagined. His chest was hairless with a trail of dark hair on his lower abdomen that led down to his cock, which was no longer simply limp against his upper thigh. No, it was now sticking out just a bit. He was getting erect, she realized, drawing her bottom lip into her mouth as she watched him move to *her* rock. Merlin, he even had a great arse, firm and entirely squeezable.
Blaise sat on the stone, his tall body moving into a position that gave him a good view of the lake and, should he happen to look her way, the tree she was hiding behind. His long legs sprawled open, his half erect cock drawing her attention. Of course, all of him was drawing her attention. The moon light cast an ethereal glow on him, causing him to look like a fallen angel. Curly black hair framed his beautiful face and she imagined that his eyes were a dark indigo since it was obvious that he was aroused.
Hermione was feeling decidedly warm as he leaned back on his elbows and simply laid there with his bare arse on her rock. She began to wonder if he did this often, if she had laid in the exact spot that he had. As she watched, his hand moved down his stomach towards his cock, encircling his erection and slowly stroking it. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she watched wide-eyed, he was going to wank. On *her* rock! Merlin, she shrugged out of her robe, finding it too hot to continue wearing it. Her nipples were hard as she watched Blaise wrap those long, elegant fingers around his length and begin to stroke, the act far more erotic than she ever would have imagined.
Her eyes moved from his hand to see that his face was twisted in pleasure, his lips curved upward, his eyes half closed, his body tense as he wanked. She had never seen anything quite this beautiful, her hand moving to feel her breast through her pajama top as she rubbed her legs together. She caught herself, wondering if she could actually masturbate while spying on Blaise, deciding that she had all ready gone this far so why not take the leap into full fledge pervy witch-dom. She untied the drawstring of her pajamas, sliding her hand into her panties, finding that she, not surprisingly, soaking wet. She slid a finger into her, adding a second when the first proved to not be enough. She began to move her fingers in rhythm with his strokes, her eyes moving from his hand to his face and back again as she kneaded her breast, her hand moving into her pajama top to reach her naked breast.
Hermione watched his fingers move over the head of his cock, it looked like he was drawing circles, the brunette realizing that he was spreading his pre-cum over his shaft. Blaise always seemed to give his complete concentration to every task he performed and it was obvious that that focus extended to his personal and sexual activities as well. He had such fantastic fingers, so long, she bit her lip as she imagined those fingers replacing her own, those full lips sucking on her nipples, his hard body against hers.
His strokes were no longer teasing and slow, his body covered in a sheen of sweat that was visible in the moonlight, his mouth opened slightly and she bet he was moaning. She began to move her fingers faster, wanting to stay in rhythm with his strokes. She whimpered as she felt the lust building, leaning against the tree for support as she began gasping for breath, her pajamas wet from sweat and the juices that were leaking down her legs, her panties so soaking that she could probably ring them out.
She watched as he looked at the lake, his eyes practically staring at her, though she knew he couldn’t see her. It only added to the intensity of the situation, though, as if they were sharing the experience. She began to move against her hand, her thumb brushing against her sensitive clit, her hand squeezing her breast, twisting her nipple in the way she liked, another cry caught by biting her lip. He was thrusting into his hand, his lean body moving off the rock, his head back and his back arched, his eyes half closed as he ran his tongue over his lips. Hermione watched as he suddenly stiffened, groaning loud enough for her to hear from her hiding place, his body arching as he came. Hermione came with him, falling back against the tree as she had an intense orgasm, moaning softly as her hand was drenched with her come.
Several moments passed as the Gryffindor witch composed herself, removing her hand from her pajamas and blushing as she realized what she had just done. She looked at Blaise, her eyes widening as she saw that he was looking in her direction with a slight smile on his face, his spent cock resting against his leg as he simply sat there on the rock intently focused on the tree where she was hiding. Hermione frowned, wondering what he was doing or what was so interesting about this stupid tree. Maybe it took him a while to recover after an orgasm, like it did her, that explaining why he was just sitting there with that sexy smile on his lips and looking a bit dazed. As she watched, he suddenly looked right at her and winked.
Hermione stumbled backwards, her face pale as she wondered if he could possibly have seen her. She had been hiding, there was no way, she turned and ran along the path, hoping that he had just happened to look in her direction and that he hadn’t really known she was there. Merlin, this was bad. Very bad. She’d possibly been caught perving on the Head Boy. Of course, he couldn’t report her since he was out after curfew and swimming naked and doing other things naked. Fuck, fuck, fuck, why hadn’t she just been a good girl and gone back to her room when she’d first seen him? Or why hadn’t she at least moved farther away? Because she honestly hadn’t thought he’d be able to see her unless he was intentionally looking, which wasn’t possible.
As the Head Girl reached Hogwarts, she slowed down, laughing softly as she realized she was probably overreacting. She knew the tree should have blocked her from his view so there was no way he would have known she was watching. And, even if he had realized someone was watching, he would never know it was her. There was moonlight, but she’d been in the foliage where it was darker, so he wouldn’t know she had been the one skulking in the shadows and watching him wank.
Hermione entered Hogwarts and quietly made her way to her room, thankful that she did not run into Flich. She was a mess, her hair wild, her pajamas askew, her panties soaking wet and a wet spot on her pajama bottoms from her orgasm. She entered her room and sighed as she closed the door. Relaxing, she went to the bathroom and cleaned up. Covering a yawn, she went back to her room and crawled into bed. After the exertion of the past hour, she was finally feeling sleepy. She snuggled under her covers and closed her eyes, suddenly sitting up and cursing, “Fuck. My robe!”
She laid back down, her hand moving over her face. She had left it by the tree. Merlin, please let it be too dark for him to notice the robe. She would go out tomorrow during lunch and retrieve it, knowing that it was far too risky to go out right now. She might run into Blaise or Filch, neither one at the top of her list of people she wanted to meet up with tonight, so she stayed in bed. She laid there for a while, remembering what she had seen by the lake, the expression on Blaise’s face, the way his body had looked in the moonlight, even the sexy wink in her direction, though she wondered if he had something in his eye and it hadn’t really been a wink at all. She finally drifted off to sleep, her dreams full of Blaise and her and lots of naughty nakedness.
Hermione woke the next morning feeling refreshed, as if she had slept a full eight hours instead of half that. She took a shower and looked at her reflection in the mirror, noticing the gleam in her eyes that hadn’t been there the night before, blushing slightly as she recalled how said gleam got there. Merlin, she couldn’t believe she’d actually done that last night, that she had touched herself while watching Blaise swimming naked and wanking. She decided that she would just pretend that last night had not happened unless she was in the privacy of her room, not wanting to give Blaise any indication that she had witness his personal act or cause him to be suspicious of her true feelings for him.
With a determined gleam in her eyes, she opened the door to the common room. As she started to walk out, she noticed something on the floor by her door. Leaning over, she picked it up, gulping as she recognized her robe. It was neatly folded and there was a scroll on top of it. She stared at the scroll, nervous and curious and, dare she admit it, excited. Finally, she unrolled the parchment, reading the words, her expression stunned.
Slowly, she re-read them, her lips curving into a slight smile as she realized that a challenge had been issued. Hermione read the words again, her cheeks now flushed with desire instead of embarrassment, as she realized what he was saying, what he was suggesting.
H,
I found it incredibly erotic to have you watching me last night, but where is that infamous Gryffindor bravery? Next time, join me. I dare you.
Yours,
B
Her finger traced over his words, admiring his penmanship, laughing softly at his confidence and audacity at suggesting such a dare, knowing that this was one dare she would gladly accept.
*the end*