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A little Blaise/Hermione ficlet

This is the first ever fic of any kind I have ever posted! Please be nice and love me, even if this isn't so great!
*is wibbling*


Blaise leaned languidly in the doorway, silently willing her not to turn around. The aforementioned she was working diligently on something at her desk, standing with her back to the door, bending forward over a pile of paperwork.

Blaise ogled her shapely arse, imagining all the naughty things he'd like to be doing to this prim little witch. He'd never done more than flirt lightly with her, and she'd dismissed every little comment he'd made thus far. She was starting to make him question his wooing abilities. He couldn't have that.

By gods he was going to change that today. She might slap him, hell, she might yell at him, but at least he'd know where he stood.

Blaise advanced toward Hermione's inclined form, stealthily drawing nearer to her backside. Gods, she had no idea what she was doing to him. He could already feel the strain against his trouser zip.

He stepped within 2 feet of her, and she still hadn't sensed his presence. Blaise was beginning to wonder if Hermione had been working too hard. Well, he knew she worked too hard, but to be so absorbed in your work that you can’t sense when another person has entered the room? She hadn’t even turned her head once. Well, he’d just have to help her learn to keep her guard up.

Blaise closed the little remaining space between them and tilted his lean form over Hermione’s, mimicking her positioning, bringing his mouth to her left ear.

“Granger,” he whispered huskily into her ear, do you know how long I’ve been standing in your doorway?”

Hermione jumped, well as much as Blaise’s stretched form would allow. “Zabini,” she hissed, “What are you doing?” Let me up!” Her eyes were seething, but beneath Blaise could see a cloud of confusion, and was that a hint of lust? He’d just have to test the waters.

Blaise leaned farther over her back, slowly running both hands along her arms before effectively trapping Hermione beneath him. “I’ll ask again, do you know how long I’ve been in your doorway, watching you work so diligently, Granger?” He mumbled these words into her ear, and was satisfied to feel a shiver course through her body.

“Am I frightening you? Perhaps you should be a little more careful when you work this late. Do I need to teach you how to properly protect yourself? You had your back to the door, anyone could have walked in and attacked you,” he continued.
“You mean like you have?” Hermione tilted her head to the side, brushing her nose with his lips lightly, a peculiar gleam in her eyes. She was still trapped beneath his strong form, but somehow she’d turned the tables. Blaise held her gaze steadily, trying to imagine what was going through that pretty head of hers.

Still never breaking eye contact, Hermione began slowly, scooting herself back. She swayed her hips back and forth, creating a delicious friction between her arse and his growing erection. “What is that, pray tell, Mr. Zabini? Is that part of your lesson?”

The little minx was toying with him. Blaise gripped the desk firmly, willing himself not to lose control. Easier said than done.
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Hermione was having trouble controlling herself. Yes, she noticed him standing in the doorway. She couldn’t be sure when she first realized Zabini was standing there, but she felt his presence when he began moving into the room.

She had been doing her best to avoid the sexy git for the better part of a year. He was incorrigible, that’s for damn sure. Always flirting. Always finding a reason to touch her arm. Her hair. Her face. What gives? Zabini is a known player, so why the interest in her? Hermione certainly hadn’t done anything to lead him on. Okay, so maybe he’s the definition of sex, but that still doesn’t explain why he would want her?

Even now, Hermione was doing her best to avoid him. In her mind, she imagined that he would come in, say something suggestive, perhaps push a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and eventually leave when she didn’t give him any reason to stay. Well, boy did he surprise her. He’d circled his (oh gods, his arms!) around her, trapping her to her own desk. Blaise changed the game. It was time for Hermione to show him a little game of her own.

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It's not even finished, because I lost my inspiration (this has a lot to do with the fact that someone just walked into my office, and that someone was a total buzzkill). Perhaps I will continue this in a later post. Hope what I have is okay. (I didn't even get this betaed, because I was afraid I would chicken out and not post it at all!)
Tags: blaise/hermione, fic
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