Title: Untitled

Author: Fire Goddess

Blaise looked up from the bed to stare at the bedside clock where he slept beside Hermione. And felt like he’d been hit by a thousand Bludgers and they were still coming straight at him.

He nudged her as softly as was humanly possible for him and said directly in her ear, “Hermione,” he managed to croak out, “Hermione, wake up.” He had showered and attempted to tug on his trousers, but couldn’t go another step without the ture blood of life.

“Mph, what is it Blaise?” Hermione rolled over trying to find the warmpth of his body so she could snuggle closer into him.

“Coffee, Hermione, and the world is yours,” Blaise managed to mumble. Sex with a beautiful woman. Coffee. It was one of life’s more difficult choices. The man who could have both could be a king.

But at bloody four o’clock in the morning, the rest of the world could go straight to the devil himself if Blaise didn’t get what he wanted soon. He had much more blood in his caffeine system then was healthy for him at such a god-forsaken hour of the morning.

Slipping a lazy arm around his neck, Hermione gazed up at him, eyes glazed over, and mumbled “kitchen” sleepily before falling back asleep on his pillow. She was so beautiful.

But his temper spiked just a bit. How was it that his women next to him was able to function without coffee? Did she not understand what kind of pain he was in? Did she care so little about him? A Wizard couldn’t be expected to live on three hours of sleep without coffee, there just wasn’t any point. Surely a smart witch such as herself would understand that, right? Apparently not.

Love might sustain, food fuel and sex satisfy, but without coffee…well, Blaise couldn’t bare to thing of a life like that and slipped his arms under Hermione’s warm body. And carted her to the kitchen, using what energy he could summon.

The warm covers gone, it only took Hermione a few seconds to figure out what was going on, “Blaise! I’m bare-arsed naked here!”

He looked down, letting his eyes travel her body and dropped a kiss on her forehead, “So you are. Imagine that,” She only squeaked as he unceremoniously set her down on the counter and looked her square in the eyes, “coffee, m’dear, and nobody gets hurt.” His voice was smoky, dangerously so, and made Hermione’s head dizzy with…just dizzy, she told herself, brushing away that odd gut-wrenching sensation she got when he looked at her so intently.

Hermione only gestured at a nearby cabinet and snorted when he said he didn’t see it. “Men, especially Slytherins, never see what’s right in front of their noses,” and with another irritated noise, she shifted a few cans and tins aside and pulled out the coffee for him. “There, if had been a snake, it would have bitten you between the eyes!”

“Hey, I resent that,” though his eyes glistened at the sight of his prize being so close. He could almost taste the hot, steaming goodness that made his life bearable at the very least.

“I suppose you’ll be wanting me to make this for you now,” Hermione said, pouting slightly.

Leaning down, Blaise nipped at her sulky mouth lightly, “Would you?”

If he hadn’t been so bloody handsome, Hermione thought, standing there, with his raven curls damp from his shower, beautiful olive skin darkened with stubble and wonderfully sleepy blue eyes, she’d have cursed him to China by now for waking her up. Well, provided she had any clue where her wand was… Sighing, Hermione pushed slightly at him so she could get the pot and smiled warmly at him when he returned with her robe.

The coffee finished, Hermione took a mug and poured the steaming liquid into it, knowing Blaise liked it black, and held it out to him, laughing when Blise grabbed at it like a child with a new toy.

The first sip was heaven on earth and Blaise made a silent vow right then to build a shrine to the women in front of him. Finishing the rest in one gulp, his system was revving up some, he looked at Hermione and said, “You make great coffee.”

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