Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own Harry Potter and/or any other characters used in this fic. They are all property of J.K. Rowling.

A/N: This is kind of AU, as are all Hermione/Blaiser fics since the 7th book was released. There are no spoilers, though. :) Enjoy!

"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked with an annoyed sigh. She moved around the foot of her bed and to the vanity that stood on the wall across from the door. She sat down in the chair and picked up an eyeliner pencil.

"Still pretending, are we?"

Hermione didn't answer the question. Instead, she put down the eyeliner and picked up a small tube of lipstick, tracing around her lips.

"For the millionth time," she said calmly, her eyes rising in the mirror to lock eyes with the man behind her, "why are you here, Blaise?"

Blaise stood behind her, watching as she fiddled with her hair in the mirror.

"Who is it this time? Some ex-Hufflepuff who finally found the courage to ask you out?"

"What does it matter who it is?" Hermione asked, smoothing down her hair. "We broke up last year. I can date who I want."

"A year, and yet you haven't changed a bit. Still as perfect and innocent as before."

"As I recall, that was your reason for breaking up in the first place," Hermione replied loftily, continuing to ignore his presence in her bedroom. "And yet here you are."

"You like me coming here, don't you?" Blaise asked, his hand resting on the back of her chair. Their eyes met in the mirror and Hermione's eyes narrowed.

"No, I don't," she said coldly, standing up and turning around. "Why aren't you out fucking your latest princess?"

"Why do I need another one? I've already got one."

Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed past him, ignoring the feel of his hard chest against her hands. She walked over to her bed and sat down on it, making sure not to wrinkle the black silk dress she was wearing.

She glanced up at Blaise, who hadn't moved, merely turned around. She sighed. "I don't understand why you always come here," she said. "We broke up. That means we aren't together anymore."

Blaise paused for a moment before moving over to where Hermione sat on the bed. Hermione glanced at him before reaching down for her high heels that sat on the floor.

She slipped them on, ignoring Blaise's presence.

"You look nice, Hermione," Blaise said, his eyes wandering down her body. She was wearing a black dress that flowed around her legs softly, perfect for dancing.

Hermione scowled. "And you shouldn't be looking. What would your mother say if she knew what you were doing instead of taking that Sherry girl out for tea?"

"My mother has better things to do than worry about my sex life," Blaise replied smoothly.

Hermione gave him a withering look and stood up, only to find her way blocked by Blaise's solid body.

"Move," she said sternly, giving him a small push. He didn't move back, and Hermione frowned. "Why must you be so difficult?"

"It's one of my more charming personality traits, wouldn't you say?" he asked with a suave smile.

Hermione scoffed and pushed harder, only to find his hands on her hips. She glared up at him. "Blaise, I'm warning you. Let go of me and leave. You shouldn't be here anyway."

"What will you do, Hermione?" he asked, his voice low and smooth. He took a step forward and she one back.

She frowned. "I have a date coming. He'll be here soon. Why don't you have anything better to do than hang around my flat and try to seduce me?"

Blaise raised a hand and brushed some hair away from Hermione's face. His fingers lingered on her skin, trailing down her neck.

Hermione didn't react. She merely kept her eyes on Blaise, her expression cool. "I need to finish getting ready. Now, go home."

He didn't leave. Instead, he took another step back and Hermione stumbled. "Blaise!" she exclaimed, frustrated.

"I'm sure the Hufflepuff won't mind waiting a moment," Blaise said, bringing his mouth to her ear, his hand sliding down her thigh and tugging the light fabric of her dress up a bit.

Hermione's hand stopped his before he got far, though. Her glare was cold as she pulled away from him and looked at him. "He won't be waiting because you're leaving."

Blaise looked thoughtful for a moment, then took one more step and the back of Hermione's legs hit the bed and she fell back onto it with a soft flump. She merely glared up at him, annoyed by his actions.

This happened every time. Hermione didn't know how he managed to be there every time she had a date, but he did. He would miraculously show up a few hours before the date, Apparating into her living room. She kept reminding herself to put up wards but somehow she always forgot.

He would show up, down talk her date, make fun of whoever it was. She had stopped telling him who it was each time. She wondered why he did this. They had broken up. He had broken up with her, not the other way around.

Yet he was always there, distracting her before her date.

She sat on the bed glaring up at him. Her eyebrows came together as she observed the glint in his eye and the smirk tugging the corner of his mouth.

"Blaise, I don't have time for this," Hermione said angrily, pushing herself up and resting on her elbows. She needed to get ready.

"You always make time," Blaise said, smirking. He moved forward onto the bed, while Hermione scooted backwards. He moved forward and grabbed her hip, preventing her from moving back any further. A few more inches and he was straddling her thighs.

She was still propped up on her elbows, her expression withering. She knew what was going to happen; the same thing that always did. She didn't know why she couldn't stop it. She tried, really, she did, but he had some way of persuading her no matter what she wanted.

"What's a date without a little celebration?" Blaise's voice was in her ear, low and seductive. His warm breath ghosted over her neck and Hermione was concentrating hard on not giving in, though she knew it was inevitable. She restrained the urge to tilt her neck to his mouth.

"A date," she replied coldly, attempting her best frosty tone, knowing it would be no use to deter him.

She felt his hands at the hem of her dress, sliding it up slowly. She sighed. She was disappointed in herself. She never tried hard enough. But it wasn't as though it was bad; it was just unhealthy in the way of relationships.

She felt Blaise's mouth against her neck, felt him breathing in her scent. His hands were sliding higher and faster now, pushing up her dress. She fell back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Seconds later, Blaise was up by her face, looking down at her.

"Why so sad, my pet?" he whispered, leaning in and brushing his lips against her jaw.

"Every time, Blaise," Hermione replied. "And I'm not your pet."

Blaise smirked, his hands shoving her dress up all the way, exposing her knickers. "You certainly act like it."

Hermione's eyes flashed and she raised a hand to smack Blaise, only to have it caught just before it hit his cheek. She glared at him as he forced her hand back to the bed.

"You always did like it rough," he said, his eyes glinting and his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He slid his body forward, straddling her legs. A hand was gliding up her inner thigh, sliding over her skin up to her pelvis. He traced the outline of it before slipping a finger teasingly under the waistband of her black knickers.

Despite the anger Hermione felt at his inference, she couldn't help the flutter that ran through her stomach as his hand had drifted over her abdomen. It was always like this. She shifted uncomfortably, knowing it was turning her on. She wanted to be able to refuse this but there was something about Blaise that made it hard.

His mouth was back by her ear. She shivered as she felt his tongue running along the edge of it. "Do you have time now?"

She shut her eyes for a second, knowing he was in control. He knew just what to do to shatter her resolve. She gasped as his finger slipped past the waistband of her knickers. She felt him bite down on her earlobe, waiting for her response.

"Never did," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady, but failing as it came out stuttered from her shortness of breath. She swallowed hard, feeling his lips on her neck, licking and biting; leaving marks that she would be forced to glamour later.

Blaise pressed a kiss to Hermione's pulse, leaving a lick there before moving up to her jaw. He could hear her increased breath in his ear and the sound of it merely made his cock jump, straining against his trousers already.

His free hand slid up into Hermione's hair, grabbing a fistful and forcing her head back. He ignored the tiny noise of pain she gave and moved up. He kissed her hard and fast, without giving her a chance to resist again.

Her mouth opened easily to his, inviting his tongue inside. Their lips slid together sinuously, a hot interchange of tongues. Hermione bit down on Blaise's lower lip as they kissed, drawing a sharp gasp from him. She arched her body into his, knowing he was hard and that he wanted it.

His hand in between her legs had slipped. It was now at her hip and he used it to pull her closer. It grazed her thigh and traveled up her side, sliding over the silk fabric of her dress.

He let go of her hair but didn't stop kissing her. Instead, his hands moved down to his trousers, pulling down the zipper and shoving them off.

Hermione's hands were on his waist, sliding under his shirt and along his tan, muscled backside. Once his pants were off, her legs wrapped around his waist as he moved forward. He spelled off his boxers and gasped as the cold air of Hermione's apartment hit his erection.

He leaned forward, kissing her again, his mouth sliding against hers, so hot and wet. He slid seductively down her body, biting down on her neck, loving the way she gasped as he did so.

His fingers were gliding over her inner thighs once more, inching closer to her undergarments. Hermione gasped as they were ripped off unceremoniously. Blaise had always been rather rough when it came to undressing.

"Blaise," she gasped as plunged a finger into her body, her back arching off the bed. He slowed down a bit, sliding in a second with the first. He slid them in and out, watching her face closely.

Hermione was in torture. His fingers slid inside her body so slowly, searching for the right spot. When he hit it, her body shook. She swallowed hard and lifted her head slightly to be able to see him. He was watching her with intense concentration, his eyes locked on hers.

"Fuck," she cursed breathlessly as her head fell back on the bed and she felt his finger move again.

Blaise pulled back, watching her flushed face, listening to her harsh breaths. He could feel the blood pounding in his cock. He wanted her badly and knew he was going to get her. It always happened like this. She would resist for a while but inevitably give in to his charms. He knew she wanted it too, though. She wouldn't let him if there wasn't something there. He knew she was strong and wouldn't give in unless she wanted to.

He paused a second before grabbing his wand and performing a standard protection charm. Then he grabbed a tube of lube that he had left in Hermione's bedside table months ago when this had turned into a ritual thing.

He took off the cap and made to take some out but was surprised to find Hermione's hand curled around his wrist. He glanced up to find her face inches from his. Her eyebrow was raised challengingly and she tilted her mouth to his as her hand removed the lube from his hand.

He could feel her hot breath on his lips as he stared into her eyes. Her lips parted as she held his gaze, her hand moving unseen to him.

Blaise paused before closing the gap, taking her lips in a rough kiss which she returned in full force. His hand pushed her hair back from her face as they kissed. The kiss was rough and hard, lips sliding together, teeth clashing, biting.

Blaise broke away with a groan as he felt Hermione's hand on his cock, spreading the lubricant over it. Her hand slid over his pulsing erection, giving a light twist that sent a shiver through his body.

"Devil," he whispered against her lips. She merely smirked and continued to smear his cock with lube.

When she finished, she raised her hand to his cheek, swiping a thumb across his beautiful high cheek bone. She didn't get much further, though, as his hand wrapped around her wrist, forcing it down as he kissed her again.

He leaned his body forward, pressing her back against the bed and shifting forward. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and her breaths were short.

Blaise took a moment to position himself, pressing his cock slowly into her body. He bit his lip as he pressed in harder, sliding in until he was completely encased by her body. He could feel the heat encompassing his cock as he paused, catching his breath before moving any further.

Slowly, he began to move, thrusting carefully, watching Hermione closely. Her eyes were shut and her body moved with his, arching upward with every thrust. His cock slid into her body, sending shivers up her spine every time.

Her breath was stilted and coming in short gasps. Her hand was wrapped around his forearm as it braced him on either side of her. She was gripping tightly enough to leave marks there later. He didn't mind, though, he never did.

He gave a particularly violent thrust, causing her to cry out. Her body was contracting around his cock and he bit his lip to hold on. He slid into her body, rocking back and forth.

"Blaise," Hermione gasped, "you're so—I—"

He ignored her, leaning forward as he moved inside her and kissing her harshly, possessively. Tongues battled for dominance and Blaise finally won, sliding his tongue into her mouth and tasting all she was. When he pulled away, they were both out of breath and gasping for air.

Blaise groaned and shut his eyes as he rocked forward, thrusting his cock deeper inside her body. He could feel the prickling sensation filling his body as he came upon his climax. It filled his body with the irrepressible need for release.

Hermione knew he was close and could feel herself getting there as well. She moved her hips with his as he slammed into her body at a pace much faster than usual. Hermione felt like she was surrounded by fire as he moved. The heat licked at her body, sending shivers through her body.

She was out of breath as Blaise continued to thrust his cock deeper within her. Her grip on his arm was so tight it was cutting off the circulation to his hand, but Blaise didn't care. She could do whatever she wanted to him as long as he got the release he was so desperately craving.

Her body arched as she felt the explosion in her body. Only Blaise could make her do this, send this wave of fire through her veins, shoot her so high into the clouds she was always dizzy afterwards.

Blaise knew she was orgasming and couldn't hold on any longer, feeling the wonderful feeling of release as he came inside her body. His body was shuddering as the feeling of completion took over him. He continued thrusting, wanting to ride out the feeling as long as possible.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Hermione's lower lip, his teeth scraping along it. Another kiss to her jaw and he was collapsing on the bed, out of breath and sated.

Hermione came back to Earth slowly, closing her eyes for a moment and enjoying the afterglow. She breathed in deeply, waiting as her breath slowly returned to normal.

When she opened her eyes, she sat up. Glancing at the clock, she cursed. "Shit. He's going to be here in—"

She cut herself off as a knock sounded at the door. Beside her, Blaise sat up also, looking completely unconcerned. He glanced at her and tilted his head to the side.

"Your lipstick is messy, my pet," he said, leaning in to give her a kiss, but she jerked away before he had the chance.

She scrambled off the bed, grabbing her wand and setting a Cleansing Spell to make sure there was no evidence of their activities.

There was another knock at the door and she looked flustered. "Just a moment!" she called. She hurried to the vanity and quickly dabbed at her lipstick, retouching it. It was, in fact, ruined, no thanks to Blaise. She fixed it quickly and turned to Blaise, who had redressed.

"You need to get out," she said, while moving to her dresser and pulling out a new pair of knickers that she pulled on under her dress. She pointed her wand at her hair and it restyled itself into what it had been before.

Blaise stood up slowly and walked to her, placing his hands on her shoulders as she stood in the mirror, putting in earrings. She didn't stop, but flipped back her hair and reached for a necklace.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her neck. "See you on your next date."

Before Hermione had raised her eyes to his, he was gone. She shook her head and put on the necklace. Then she slipped on her shoes that had fallen to the floor earlier. She trotted into the living room, grabbing her purse off the coffee table, and opened the door.

"Hello," she said pleasantly, if not a little out of breath, to the man there. "Shall we?"

And without a glance back, she left the apartment, locking the door behind her.

A/N: Please review! There's more to come :)