Not Quite Studying - 1/1 - Adult - Blaise/Hermione
Title: Not Quite Studying (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: When Hermione asked Blaise to study with her, this was not quite what she had in mind.
Word Count: 402.

This was not right. It was so very, very wrong.

But it felt so very, very good.

Biting her lip, Hermione tried not to make any sounds louder than a whimper; it would not be very good for her reputation if the Head Boy were found with his head up the Head Girl’s skirt. Especially in the Library, of all places.

Her legs were spread and her knickers were somewhere on the floor under the table, along with her boyfriend of six months. Said boyfriend was currently doing unspeakable things to her with his very talented tongue, and she stifled a groan as he added a finger to his actions.

When she had invited him to study with her, this was not what she had had in mind. No, not at all. Not that she minded. This was infinitely better than studying, even though she would not admit it.

She whimpered as his tongue dipped inside her. “Blaise,” she hissed, and he took this as encouragement, pushing her legs further apart. Their relationship was still somewhat secret, although people were starting to cotton on that there was something between them. This sort of behaviour had become increasingly common and was something of a game - one of them would surprise the other somewhere just out of view of other students, teasing, kissing, touching.

This was one of his bolder moves, and she supposed that it was in retaliation for her actions in Transfiguration that morning. She had spent the entire lesson with one hand under his robes, gently stroking him, watching out of the corner of her eye as he grew paler and paler - blood presumably heading somewhere else - and his breathing grew ragged.

After nearly an hour of fondling, the bell had rung and Blaise had dragged from the classroom to the Prefect’s Bathroom where had pinned her to the wall and proceeded to shag her to within an inch of her life.

She really ought to do that more often.

Just thinking about that morning pushed Hermione over the edge and she came with a guttural noise in the back of her throat. Breathing heavily, she watched as Blaise emerged from under the table, a grin plastered on his handsome face.

“We really ought to study together more often,” he commented, sitting down heavily next to his girlfriend.

“Bastard,” she said affectionately, claiming his mouth in a kiss.