Chapter 10
Blaise Zabini sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, observing what was unfolding around him. Dinner had been an unsettling affair, with Harry Potter's persistent glances towards Hermione Granger not going unnoticed by Draco Malfoy.
Draco's gaze landed on Potter with a mixture of suspicion and possessiveness. There was an edge to Draco's demeanor tonight—an intensity that hinted at deeper currents beneath his usually composed facade. Blaise knew that look well; it was the same look Draco had worn when he had ordered Blaise to follow him to Hermione's room on previous occasions.
Tonight, as Draco's eyes bore into Potter across the Great Hall after Hermione left, Blaise felt a surge of anticipation. He had always been drawn to the complexities of Draco and Hermione's relationship—the power dynamics, the unspoken agreements, and the underlying tension that fueled their interactions.
When Draco finally stood up, his expression dark and determined, Blaise knew what was coming next. Draco's command to follow him was met with a quick nod from Blaise, his pulse quickening with excitement. There was something intoxicating about being drawn into Draco and Hermione's private world, about witnessing the raw emotions that simmered beneath their carefully constructed facades.
As they walked through the corridors towards Hermione's room, Blaise couldn't shake the thrill of Draco's jealousy. It was a rare sight—one that spoke volumes about the depth of Draco's feelings towards Hermione, despite their tumultuous relationship.
Entering Hermione's room, Blaise watched as Draco confronted her with a mixture of possessiveness and desire. Hermione's demeanor was composed, her expression unreadable as Draco reminded her of her place in his world. The tension between them was palpable, charged with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires.
Draco's assertion of ownership over Hermione sent a shiver down Blaise's spine. He had seen this before—the way Draco claimed Hermione with a possessiveness that bordered on obsession. It was a ritual they played out time and again, each encounter a delicate balance of power and surrender.
As Draco thrust mercilessly into her cunt front behind, Blaise found himself drawn closer to the edge of their bed. Hermione's naked form lay before him after Draco finished inside her and rolled off; her vulnerability a stark contrast to the confidence she displayed in public. The opportunity to taste her, to indulge in the forbidden fruit of Draco's desires, was too tempting to resist.
Leaning forward, Blaise allowed himself to savor the taste of her arousal mixed with Draco’s cum as he buried his face in her cunt. Hermione's skin was warm beneath his touch, her body yielding. It was a fleeting indulgence—a stolen moment in the midst of their tangled web of secrets and desires.
As Draco got hard again from watching, Blaise retreated silently from the room. He knew his place in their world—a silent observer, a willing participant in their games of control and submission. Tonight had been no different—a reminder of the boundaries that defined their relationships and the unspoken rules they all lived by.
With a sigh, Blaise returned to his own dormitory, his thoughts consumed by the night's events. He never jerked himself off so quickly before.