Blaise Zabini watched the Head Girl set her books on the dresser, her hand moving through her thick curly brown hair. Her eyes caught his gaze in the mirror when she looked up. Awareness flashed in their brown depths and she nodded once to answer the question in his indigo eyes. He relaxed slightly, needing this tonight and always fearing that she would soon grow tired of their game and simply close the door, shutting him out of her life. He knew it was foolish to have that fear, considering their relationship, but it was always there in the back of his mind.
He had never paid particular attention to the brunette witch during the first six years at Hogwarts. He knew of her, anyone with hearing that happened to be around Malfoy for any length of time knew about the annoying know-it-all prissy Gryffindor that the blond wizard claimed to loathe and detest, though Blaise personally thought that Draco seemed a bit too obsessed with Hermione to be as unaffected as he acted. He’d always found it rather amusing, Draco’s obvious infatuation with the Muggleborn that was Potter’s best friend. In his opinion, she was rather average in looks.
Pretty face with dark brown eyes and full lips, a curvy figure with full breasts and nice hips and not stick thin and unhealthy looking like so many other witches, and thick brown hair that tumbled down her back in unruly curls. Worthy of an appraising look, definitely, but not at all what he would expect a conceited prat like Malfoy to appreciate. He had known the blond wizard since they were children, his Mum having been a Ravenclaw with Narcissa during their youth. They were friends, in a way, though Blaise tended to avoid any sort of socializing, especially with the son of one of Voldemort’s favorite Deatheaters.
Unlike many in his House, he had never given a knut about the Dark Lord and the ridiculous plans for Pureblood dominance that the wizard had advocated. He had been quite relieved that Potter finally managed to kill Voldemort the previous summer, the events of the War never interfering with his life or his family, thus allowing him to remain neutral in the matter.
Blaise had honestly been very surprised when he had received the owl with the news that he would the Head Boy this term. He knew he had excellent marks, but he had assumed Malfoy or Macmillan would earn the title. One reason it had surprised him was because he knew he was an anonymous entity at the school, fading into the shadows and keeping to himself, not at all qualities one would expect from a Head Boy.
For another, he didn’t think anyone at the blasted school even knew his name save for Malfoy and possibly the Headmaster. Even his own head of House tended to say ‘you’ or ‘boy’ or, when he was feeling particularly wordy, ‘you with the black hair’. Without even trying, Blaise had somehow become the mysterious Slytherin, the quiet one, the aloof wizard that people either ignored, dismissed, or overlooked.
He had never attempted to change anyone’s perception of him, having little fondness for the majority of his classmates, believing most weren’t deserving enough to even hold a wand much less require his time or conversation. His Mum said he was far too serious and solemn, spending too much time studying and reading and simply watching life instead of participating and having fun and enjoying his youth.
The raven-haired wizard had never agreed with her, knowing he could be very charming and persuasive when the situation warranted it and preferring to observe the world around him and only allow those he deemed worthy within the shell he kept around himself. It wasn’t his fault that he had yet to find anyone he considered letting in, Malfoy being the closest thing to a friend he had and he wasn‘t particularly fond of the conceited blond. He was a loner and liked it that way.
That had begun to change when he’d arrived at school this term. He had finally noticed Hermione Granger. Sure, he had watched her throughout the years just as he watched the few students he believed to have some reasonable intelligent or ability to converse using words with more than two syllables, but he had never actually noticed her.
He knew of Malfoy’s infatuation and had analyzed her during meals during a period of time in their fifth year, not seeing the attraction beyond a pretty face and brilliant mind and a habit of being opinionated and talking too much and constantly interfering in things around her with a need to ‘help’ and being one of the bossiest witches he’d ever seen. Of course, from his observations, that could very well be what attracted Malfoy to her. The arrogant, controlling, dominant blond Slytherin seemed to be attracted to her because she was stubborn and passionate and not at all submissive.
During seventh year, Blaise had realized there was far more to this Gryffindor that he’d ever realized. It impressed him that she had managed to conceal her secrets from him, priding himself on noticing things that others often overlooked. He had begun to notice the way she licked her lips when she was concentrating, the way she would focus her attention completely on her chosen tasks, the way she controlled her emotions in many areas but would completely give in to her passions in others, the loyalty and devotion she displayed for her friends, and the way she had proven herself even more intelligent than he’d realized.
She was complicated, brave and courageous yet fragile and hesitant, a true puzzle that he couldn’t quite solve. He had begun to realize that she was anything but average, a stunning spitfire beneath the quiet bookworm exterior. She was sexy and erotic and attracted him like no other ever had, his habit of watching her becoming routine.
It had been late October when things had changed between them. They had formed a tentative friendship in order to fulfill their duties as Heads at Hogwarts, and he’d found himself looking forward to talking to her. He’d said more to the brunette witch in that short time than he’d probably said during the previous six years and he found himself enjoying the friendship even as he began to follow in Malfoy’s footsteps by becoming smitten with the brunette witch.
It had been quite disruptive to find himself actually feeling lust and other confusing emotions that he had always considered common and not at all something that would ever happen to him. He had been content with his solitary existence and found the loneliness somewhat comforting when he watched others behaving like immature children because of love or adoration or jealousy or any number of other foolish emotions. Then Hermione Granger entered his life and everything went to bloody hell.
He had begun to pay more attention to the Head Girl than the lectures in the numerous classes they shared, his indigo eyes often catching Malfoy watching her with a mixture of longing, desire, and frustration, wondering if his own dark eyes had the same look. He had been caught watching her by the blond Slytherin several times, usually sneering slightly and looking back at the Professor as if there was nothing unusual in his perusal of the pretty witch.
That had not prevented Malfoy from cornering him during patrol and demanding to know what he was doing ‘ogling that bushy-haired know-it-all’, pale face flushed with obvious jealousy as Malfoy had angrily asked if they were having some sort of clandestine affair, Blaise honestly thinking his old friend might very well hex him, if not curse him, had he confirmed such a belief. As it was, there had been nothing to confirm, knowing that you would not call what was happening between him and Hermione at that time a relationship.
That evening in October, he and Hermione had discovered something that drastically changed their friendship. It had been late and he’d been on patrol, returning to find her door cracked open and lights on. He’d gone in to ask her about their Ancient Runes assignment, freezing when he found her laying in her bed touching herself. She’d gasped when she had become aware of his presence, moving to cover herself, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at being caught pleasuring herself. He’d hardened instantly upon seeing her naked, her flesh gleaming with a light sheen of sweat, her breasts even more full than he’d realized. Her nipples had been hard, her fingers wet with her juices, her hair wild and surrounding her pretty face, her lips wet and red from being nibbled on.
She’d been laying there looking like an image he’d once seen in a Muggle painting of a Goddess laying nude and allowing others to worship her. Blaise had looked into her eyes, silently communicating with the girl he called friend, watching as she’d slowly lowered the covers. Her eyes had darkened as she’d shyly moved her hand over her breast, watching him sit in a chair by her desk, his eyes concentrated on her. By the time she’d moved her fingers between her legs, he’d unfastened his trousers and was stroking himself as he watched her.
She had grown more confident and bold when she saw his desire, a feminine smile crossing her lips as she’d used two fingers to spread her lips, giving him a perfect view of her sex before she’d slowly moved a finger inside her. They had both come, him in his hand and her flooding her blanket. Afterwards, they had talked quietly about what had happened. Hermione had asked him if he had enjoyed watching her, confessing that she had been aroused by having him watch.
Two days had passed by, their friendship becoming even more close after sharing something so intimate. She’d come in from patrol and smiled shyly as she’d gone into her room, leaving the door open. He’d quickly followed, the evening becoming a repeat of that first night. They both watched each other masturbate, enjoying watching and being watched. After a couple of weeks, he had begun to speak, softly telling her what to do, how to touch herself, participating a little more each time. By the time the holidays arrived, they were watching each other every night, their friendship growing and the attraction steadily increasing.
He had spent the holidays thinking about her, realizing that his infatuation and admiration had gradually become more meaningful. When they’d returned to Hogwarts, he had confessed one night while watching her, whispering that he loved her just before he came. She had echoed the sentiments, her eyes catching his as she’d brought herself to orgasm, his name on her lips. Afterwards, she had walked slowly to him and brushed his lips with hers, their first kiss, his first kiss.
It had been gentle and explorative and he’d slowly relaxed and enjoyed it. Since then, they had kissed many times, but that was as far as their relationship had progressed. It had taken a month before he would sleep with her, holding her body against his as they slept. Tonight, though, was the night that their relationship was moving to that next level. It was time, they were both ready, they knew that they loved one another and that it would mean something.
Their relationship was private and not known to anyone except for Potter and Weasley, who had accepted him with surprisingly little difficulty. It wasn‘t that either of them was concerned with what anyone thought, the majority of people still not knowing him as anything more than Head Boy and the ‘dark Slytherin‘, they just didn‘t feel a need to broadcast their affair to everyone and have their relationship become the subject of gossip and discussion. They had officially been together for two months, the snow beginning to thaw as spring slowly arrived. He had decided that he was ready to give himself to her, that they were both ready to let people know about their relationship, though neither assumed anyone would really care. And it was time for him to lose his virginity to the woman he loved.
Blaise ran a hand through his curly black hair as he watched her remove her robe, his tongue running over his bottom lip as he took his seat by her desk. He unfastened his trousers and watched her, loving the sexy smile he was allowed to see in the privacy of their room. It would surprise many people to find out that Hermione was erotic and playful and loved to tease and have fun while being sexual. She was wild and untamed and definitely the more dominant of the two, though he enjoyed taking control when he was telling her how to touch herself. He, himself, had begun to relax more, teasing her a bit and not being so distant.
He knew she loved him, had no doubts as to her affection, but a part of him always got fearful that she’d realized she could have someone much more attractive or charming or charismatic. He wasn’t handsome. He was tall and skinny and his nose was a bit long and his feet were too big and his eyelashes were the envy of most girls. He supposed he was decent enough in the looks department, though he wasn’t overly fond of anyone staring at him so he tended to avoid being the center of attention long enough to see if anyone did find him appealing physically. As for the rest, he preferred to stay in with a good book or conversation to being social and, while he could be charming if need be, he wasn’t flirtatious and tended to blend into the background more than standing out.
He knew she could have someone that was better looking and would gladly take her to lavish parties or charm all those around her so he had a tendency to worry that she’d decide one day that she wanted more than he could give and that she’d decide she just wanted to be friends. He’d be anxious and spend far too much time thinking about that possibility when they were separate until he looked into her eyes and saw the love and desire and need. He was getting better at accepting that she actually loved him, that someone cared for him and wanted to be with him, his lack of relationships making him rather aloof and reserved and she’d often have to force him to discuss what he was feeling because he was unaccustomed to such things. His family was loving but not very big on physical displays of affection.
To be honest, he wasn’t exactly comfortable with being touched, having taken two months to get accustomed to Hermione’s hands on his shoulders or having his girlfriend hug him. It had only been recently that he’d finally allowed her to touch his cock, watching her take his length in her pretty lips and suck him until he’d lost control. It would surprise a lot of people to find out that he was the novice when it came to relationships and sex and that Hermione had a bit of experience after dating some Gryffindor Quidditch player over the previous summer, losing her virginity to the older wizard she still considered a friend.
Despite his feelings of inadequacy when it came to matters of the heart, the events planned for this evening had been his idea. They’d discussed it in depth, tackling the idea just as they approached their schoolwork, analyzing and debating and finally agreeing that they were both ready. It wasn’t her first time, but she had only been with Wood for a few times so she was still relatively new to the act of sex. As the day had drawn near, he had found himself becoming more and more excited, even as he worried that his performance would be lacking or that he would not please her. Hermione said he worried too much, that he lacked confidence in his own abilities and didn’t accept that he was a sexy and handsome wizard that got her knickers wet just from smiling or laughing.
Blaise watched her unbutton her shirt slowly, her eyes looking into his as she teasingly revealed a little bit of flesh with each movement of her hands. Finally, the shirt was unbuttoned, but the brunette left it on, simply letting it fall open and barely conceal her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, the sly smile on her face letting her know that she could see his arousal at the knowledge that his witch had attended classes sans her bra. Her hand moved to the edge of her skirt, lifting it just enough for him to amend the previous statement. Without her undergarments. His left brow arched as his eyes flew to hers, his lips curving into a smile as she gave him a shy but naughty smile, her cheeks turning a pale shade of pink as she nibbled on her bottom lip.
"Wanted to do something special today," she explained sheepishly, glaring at him as he chuckled, "Oh, hush you!"
"Naughty little witch," Blaise responded as he changed position in the chair.
"If you keep on like that, I’ll just have to keep myself occupied, Mister!" she threatened playfully, her eyes affectionate as she blew him a kiss before turning her back towards him.
Blaise watched her fingers unfasten her skirt, the gray material sliding down her legs, revealing the soft swell of her bum and hips. As she bent over in a deliberately provocative manner, he was given a view of the soft russet curls between her legs and her gorgeous arse. The Gryffindor was now wearing only her white knee socks and her uniform shirt unbuttoned with the tie still around her neck. His tongue moved his full bottom lip as he looked at her, his eyes not leaving her body as she sat on the bed and gave him a sexy grin. His erection was throbbing and she’d not even begun to touch herself.
Hermione settled back on the pillows, her eyes on him as she moved her fingers along the curve of her mouth. He watched her tongue lick her fingers, her mouth slowly sucking on them, her eyes darkening as she looked him over hungrily, lingering his cock. He slowly moved his hand over his length, his thumb brushing against the precum that was coating the head of his shaft. She moved her wet fingers down her neck and past her collarbone, finally moving the material of her shirt to the side to reveal first one plump breast then the other. He could see the saliva glistening on her flesh as her finger encircled her nipple, the rosy bud hard and sensitive. There was a bead of sweat at her temple, slowly drifting down the edge of her face as she played with her breasts.
Her juices were dripping onto the cover beneath her, the inside of her thighs becoming wet as she became more aroused. She loved having her breasts touched, loved to have his hands and lips touch the full mounds of flesh, especially liked it when he sucked on her nipples as he played with her pussy. Since they had become involved, he had learned where to touch her to get the most reaction. He knew she loved having her breasts touched, that the area beneath her ear was sensitive, that she moaned when he kissed the back of her knees, that she didn’t like to play with her arse though she was beginning to enjoy that more as time went on, that she loved to kiss him and would gladly spend hours simply laying in his arms and kissing him, both of them fully clothed.
Hermione had not touched him near as much as he had learned her body over the months. He liked having her kiss his neck and enjoyed having her touch his nipples and he was ticklish when her hair brushed against his sides and he found it arousing when she’d simply place a chaste kiss on his upper thigh or the small of his back above his arse. She had not yet explored his body in a way like he had hers, the raven-haired wizard hesitant to give himself completely to her until recently. He watched Hermione move her hands lower, past the curve of her tummy, moving closer to the auburn curls between her thighs.
Blaise watched her hand closely, his hand tightening around his cock as she moved a finger along her pussy, her juices easily soaking the slim digit. He muttered, "You’re soaking wet, Hermione."
"I’ve wanted this for so long," she spoke softly, her eyes sincere as she looked at him, "I’ve wanted *you* for so long, Blaise. All day, I kept thinking about tonight, about finally having you inside me, I was so aroused that I’m surprised no one noticed! Do you have any idea how sexy you are when you‘re completely focused on your Potion and moving your quill over your lips and your tongue is wetting your lower lip and those hands, Merlin, your hands alone, imagining what they would be doing to me tonight, they made me so wet."
"Touch yourself," he ordered huskily, his eyes nearly black as he watched her fingers spread her wet lips, her arousal evident from the juices leaking from her pussy. One finger slid inside her, then another. She was moving her hand, her eyes still on him, her mouth open slightly as she breathed heavily. Her body was soon coated with a light sheen of sweat from her activities, the scent of sex reaching him where he sat.
The brunette witch added a third finger, her body moving down towards her hand as her left hand caressed her breast. Her legs were spread, one laying on the bed, the other bent with her foot flat. Her curls were soon covered with her juices as her wet hand drifted over them, touching her clit teasingly before sliding back inside her wet pussy. His hand was moving more quickly, his strokes forceful, his breathing ragged as gripped his shaft. She was moaning softly, the sound sending fresh arousal throughout him. He loved the noises she made, the whimpers and moans and groans, loving that she was so passionate and expressed her desires so freely. She came with a soft cry, her body arching off the bed as she gasped, her fingers continuing to thrust inside her. He grunted as he covered his hand with his seed, his hair falling across his forehead and into his eyes as his head fell forward slightly.
Blaise watched her sit up and smile at him, her wet hand moving into the air as she crooked a finger at him, her smile lusty as she said, "Come here, Blaise. It’s time. I need you."
The tall wizard felt a moment of anxiety as he stood up and moved towards her, hoping he wasn’t a disappointment to her. When he reached her, he leaned over and took her hand, sucking her fingers into his mouth. He loved the taste of her, licking her hand clean as she watched him with desire laden eyes. Finally sitting down, he brushed his clean hand against her cheek, kissing her softly as he whispered, "I love you."
"I love you, too," she smiled lovingly before her hand moved to his cock. She stroked him as they kissed, getting him hard again, her tongue licking his and her teeth nibbling on his lips. She laid back down, pulling him on top of her. He stiffened as his hands moved to brace his weight, not wanting to crush her. He was skinny but he was tall and he didn’t want to hurt her. "Blaise, honey, it’s okay. You’re not going to hurt me," she said softly, seeming to sense his hesitation.
The dark Slytherin relaxed a little but still kept his weight on his hands, his body barely touching hers. Hermione’s hands moved beneath his shirt, her fingers moving over his back as she tugged at his shirt. He sat up, reluctantly releasing her lips and unbuttoned his shirt, removing his tie and tossing both to the floor. Her lips moved over his chest as he pushed her shirt free from her body. She removed her tie with her free hand, the other still stroking him. He lifted his hips and pulled his trousers off, wondering if he was supposed to remove his socks now, too, or if that would spoil the moment. Hermione raised her head and smiled, giving him a playful look as cleared her throat to get his attention. Feeling a bit foolish, he asked, "What about my socks?"
Hermione laughed, her hand ruffling his curly hair as she reached for her wand. With a couple of words, the socks were gone and she was protected for their upcoming union. She was on Muggle birth control to regulate her monthly cycle, but they had decided that an extra precaution was always a good thing. They loved one another but neither was prepared to think of a future beyond the next year or and they definitely were not ready for children at this age. Now that the sock dilemma was solved, he pushed her back against the pillows and kissed her, moving his body so that he was laying beside her. His hands moved along her curves as they kissed, teasing and touching her as she continued to stroke his growing erection.
She giggled softly as he touched her sides, swatting his hand away before he could tickle her any more. His hand reached the juncture between her thighs, finding her still wet and ready for him. Hermione opened her legs more, releasing his lips and giving him a look.
"Please," she moaned softly, her hand moving around his cock and tugging slightly.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his eyes flashing with panic as he tried to remember what to do. He knew the basics, of course, but he didn’t want to mess it all up. He liked to be the best at everything he chose to do, perhaps that being one reason he focused his attention on a few areas and ignored the rest. It was one of his worst faults, that perfectionist within, and he knew that he would practice this until he was confident and felt as if he was a relative expert. The first time, however, he knew he would be hesitant and uncertain and it bothered him to know he was not going to do it perfect from the start, that he might be so clumsy in front of the woman he loved.
"Blaise, stop," she smiled as her hand touched his face, "you worry too much! Merlin, you say I’m the anxious one. It’s going to be perfect because I love you and you love me. There is no wrong way to do this. Now please stop thinking so much and make love to me."
Blaise smiled somewhat sheepishly before he kissed her, loving her even more for tolerating his insecurities. He moved between her legs, the brunette witch spreading them wider for him, her eyes watching him. His body changed position so that he was between her thighs, his cock at her entrance.
"Move your cock over my pussy," she told him, his eyes darkening at her language. The wicked little witch knew he found it arousing when she talked naughty, liking the fact that she was prissy and uptight to the rest of the world but that she lost control and let him see her as she truly was, wild and passionate and sexy. His tongue ran over his lips as he followed her instructions, his nostrils flaring as her juices soon coated his shaft. "Now start to enter me. Just push the head in and move slowly. Your cock is so thick that it’s going to take me a moment to stretch and adjust to your size."
The raven-haired wizard pushed his cock towards her, rubbing her clit instead of entering her pussy. "Sorry," he muttered quietly, his cheeks heating up as he looked at her stomach instead of looking at her, her fingers moving beneath his chin as she raised his head to look at her. She was smiling gently, her dark brown eyes affectionate as she looked at him.
"Don’t do that," she scolded softly, "don’t look away from me, Blaise. It’s okay. You have nothing to be sorry for. Your well endowed, which is something that I am selfishly pleased about. My man is not only good-looking and intelligent, but he has a gorgeous cock, too. Any witch would be thrilled to have you love them because, contrary to what you seem to believe, you’re quite a catch, Mister Zabini. And you’re mine!"
"Merlin, I don’t deserve you," he whispered softly, a smile on his lips as she winked at him.
"Probably not, but you’ve got me," she moved her hand over his high cheekbone before urging, "Try again."
Blaise looked away from her to actually look at their bodies. He focused on his cock, using two fingers to spread her lips before he gradually moved the head of his shaft into her. He bit his lip as he felt her warm tightness envelope him, watching as his erection entered her pussy. It was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen, their joining together. He felt her hand in his hair, tugging slightly. He looked up and saw her watching.
"I wanna see," she whispered, her voice breathless as he continued to thrust into her, allowing her time to adjust to his width. He moved his head to lay on her breast, his tongue lazily lapping at her nipple as he let her watch, finally burying his entire length into her. "Wow," she muttered as her muscles tightened around him, causing him to groan. She smiled at him, "I love it when you make noises. I know you like to hear me, but you’re always so quiet. Let yourself go tonight, Blaise. For me?"
"For you," he whispered before he kissed her, pulling out before pushing back in. She seemed to like what he had done because she moaned into his mouth, her legs wrapping around his waist as she arched up against him. He moaned when her lips brushed against his neck, her tongue licking the sensitive flesh as her hands moved along his back. He withdrew again, pulling out too much, his hand fumbling between them as he moved his shaft back into her. He had to figure out the depths of penetration so he didn’t do that again, he decided thoughtfully, testing it with a few strokes, finally feeling comfortable with how far he could pull and at what speed to avoid another mishap.
Soon, Blaise no longer concentrated on the act itself, his lips moving over her breasts, his tongue teasing her nipples. He was learning as he went and was relieved that, except for the fumbling at first, he seemed to be doing okay. She was moaning and whimpering and her hands were touching him freely in a way that he’d never felt comfortable allowing before. The scent of sex was strong as was the aroma of sweat mixed with her scent of peaches and jasmine, a strangely intoxicating odor that he could very well be content inhaling for the rest of his life. He began to increase the speed of his thrusts, loving the feel of her tight pussy around his cock.
She was whimpering and moving against him, trying get friction on her clit. He moved his hand between them, looking into her eyes to see if his actions were okay, seeing the look of desire in her eyes and smiling before his finger brushed against her sensitive bundle of nerves. She cried out as he stroked her and continued to thrust into her, his soft moans causing her to tighten around him. He lowered his head and nibbled on her neck, her hair surrounding him, the soft curls against his skin as he began to move more deeply, feeling his release approaching. He came with a growl of her name, his seed spilling into her as his shaft twitched, her muscles squeezing him dry, his eyes flashing with the realization that she had not yet come.
Blaise kissed her deeply as he made a few shallow strokes until he was spent, then he gracefully moved down her body and buried his face between her thighs. He could taste himself mixed with her release, her legs tightening around his head as her fingers tangled in his hair. She was muttered his name over and over and begging him as his tongue licked her, delving into her depths, his sharp nose rubbing against her clit. He feasted on her juices, licking and sucking her sweet pussy until she was crying out his name, her body pushing against his face, her hands tangled in the blanket, her face flushed from desire. She came with a soft cry, her juices flooding his face as he eagerly lapped them up, not raising his head until she breathlessly asked him to stop, telling him she couldn’t handle anymore. He smiled at her as he moved up her body, his lips catching hers as he moved to rest on his side, his arms holding her possessively.
"Merlin, are you sure you haven’t done that before?" Hermione teased as she rested her head on his shoulder, her fingers drawing circles on his stomach as she snuggled against him.
"Is it always like that?" he asked curiously, feeling exhausted but sated. He was glad they had taken that next step, knew that he loved Hermione and was thankful that he had given her his virginity. And, to be honest, he was relieved that she hadn’t been a complete innocent because he thought it had gone rather well.
"No," she smiled as she looked at him, "that was unbelievable. And now I’m sleepy."
"You should be," he teased softly, his finger brushing through her hair. He covered a yawn before he informed her, "Of course, I do believe I shall require a lot more practice so that I can learn everything there is to know about pleasuring you."
"Have I mentioned lately," she brushed her lips against his, "how much I love," her tongue traced his full lips, "your stubborn need," she kissed the corner of his mouth, "to be perfect at everything you do?"
"Perhaps once or twice," he smirked slightly, recalling her saying just that after he’d spent hours with his head between her thighs, intent on learning exactly where she liked to be touched and how to please her with his tongue and hands. She’d also said it after he’d spent an entire evening exploring her body with his lips and tongue, finding every place that caused her to laugh or moan.
"Sleep first, then practice," Hermione yawned, kissing him before pulling the cover over their nude bodies. She snuggled against his shoulder, her leg wrapped around his. Her voice was amused as she sleepily said, "There’s this Muggle book that I think you’re going to love, honey. It’s exactly what we need for our research and your practice. It’s called the Kama Sutra." Her eyes soon closing as she drifted off to sleep. He smiled as he held her, his eyes closing as he thought to himself. Kama Sutra. That sounds fun.
*the end*