AN: Please note, the first three chapters are not my work. I do have permission from the writer to use this and carry on the story.
It all started innocently enough. I, for some inexplicable reason, found myself head girl alongside Blaise Zabini. Nobody seems to know how it happened, but I like to think it had something to do with fate. I certainly wasn't going to make a fuss, so I moved my stuff into the room adjacent to Blaise's. I'd been looking forward to sharing with the other girls in my year again, but perhaps it would be nice to have my own room incase I got a boyfriend or something. Not that I think that's likely. Harry's all hung up on that Cho girl, and my brothers would never even think about letting me date anyone else, especially any of their friends. With Fred and George not at Hogwarts anymore, I only had to worry about Ron really. Except Fred and George still like to drop in randomly to see how we are, and Bill and Charlie are the same. The only one who stays away is Percy, and we all like it that way. He comes to dinner once a month, but we always know when, and if we don't want to be there, we don't have to go. Not that Ron and I could either way, but at least we don't have to make excuses like Fred and George.
My musings were interrupted by the loud thunp of a trunk hitting the floor and muttering curses.
"Blaise is that you?" I left my room, glaring at the already forming pile of books that was on my bedside table, and stuck my head through the hole where there should be a door next to mine. "Blaise?"
"Ginny Weale-be. What a pleasant surprise. How is your dear brother the king?"
"Shut up, Blaise. We have to share this...whatever it is for the next year, can't you just be nice?"
"Only if you promise to stop looking so, well, delectable, in that little muggle skirt," Blaise was practically licking his lips. Suddenly he turned away.
Oh, blast this skirt. I'd forgotten what I'd put on this morning in my efforts to distract Harry from his moping about Cho. All I'd managed to do so far was make Ron nearly have a heart attack and attrack (mostly) unwanted attention from a Slytherin Heartthrob.
"I'm going to go, umm, change."
"You do that." Oh dear, he's pulling his shirt over his head. Why is he doing that? It's not hot, I don't think. And now he's...what on earth is he doing? "I'm going now. This moment. Now."
"Have fun being all alone in there." And his trousers hit the floor. Luckily for me, he was still facing the other way, so...not sure how that makes me lucky. But I still felt that way as I went back to my room. I put the books on the shelf. There was still plenty of room for all the other book I would manage to collect throughout the year, mostly muggle books. I'm sure there are romance novels by wizards and witches, but the muggle ones are less embarrassing to buy, or to be found with. I don't even like most of them, but some of the more...gifted writers have a gift for making parts of me tingle in a way I'm sure my brothers would think I was too young to even know exists.
Now that I have my room, I have enough privacy to do something I'd been longing to do for a while. At home I can't, too many brothers. At Hogwarts I couldn't, too many roommates. But now, there's no one to disturb me.
I pull the shades to keep out peeping toms and grab one of my romance novels from the shelves, climb into bed, and push the covers all the way to the foot of the bed. I quickly remove my skirt and lacy blue underwear. I look down at my body for a moment. I've always been slim, but my hips are wide, and my bum and boobs are nice. Last month, I was happy to discover my breasts had gone up a full cup size, and I was a C cup instead of a B. Hermione rushed out to a muggle shop, run by a Victoria or something, and got me a ton of bras (and matching undies) to take to school with me.
I shake my head to clear it of thoughts of Harry seeing me in some of the sets that Hermione bought, and open the book to one of the many dog eared pages.
As his hands slid down her naked body, she felt as if she was flying. He cuooed her supple breasts and flicked his finger over her nipple. She moaned and he did it again. The hand that wasn't playing with her breasts made its way down to the space between her thighs and strokerd her there.
"John, please! I need more."
"As you wish, Jennifer."
He slid gently inside her and she gasped.
By this time, I was flicking my clit and struggling to hold back cries. I was so close. Suddenly the words on the page were blurred, and an image of Blaise smirking as he did to me what John was doing to Jennifer. I flicked my clit frantically and moaned.
"Want some help with that?" a voice asked from the doorway."
My hand stilled as I realized that was an actual voice, not just a figment of my imagination.
"So. Want some help?" Blaise asked again.
"Ummm. Uhh. Ummm," I muttered, at a loss for words.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'." Blasie moved towards me, and my eyes widened. He was serious.
He crawled up the bed and removed me hands from my glistening pussy. His smile was predatory and very sexy. It was filled with promises I was sure he could keep. He was quite the man-whore, but I didn't mind in the moment. In fact, I was quite glad.
I was so busy thinking of all the dirty things he could do to me I was unprepared when he slid two fingers into me. I gasped and arched off the bed.
"Oh god, oh god."
"You like that? Good. Ungh, your so tight around my fingers." His fingers were pulling out and pushing in quickly. "Hear that?" I could. "I can hear your cunt begging for my cock."
I moaned so loudly I was sure people in the Slytherin dungeons could hear me.
"If your this tight around my fingers, I can only imaginr how you'll squeeze my cock when I thrust inside you. Or when I take that virgin ass of yours. Mmmmmm. It's making me hard just thinking about it." I panted, turned on by his dirty talking. "Do you want me to take your ass? I want to take your ass. I want to fuck you from behind so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week. I want to fuck you so hard you won't be able to see. But now I want you to come all over my hand without me even touching your clit. I want you to come just from my fingers fucking you. Can you feel them? Sliding in and out of you, mmmmmmmmmmm."
It was all I could feel, and I could barely breathe, let alone talk. His hips thrust into the mattress in time with his fingers thrusting into me. I wanted more than his fingers, I wanted his cock. Or even his tongue. I would've given anything for him to touch my clit, but he wouldn't even give me that.
"He curled his fingers up, still thrusting them into me harshly, and then all thoughts left me. I came hard, my sopping pussy clenching his fingers. He kept pushing them into me, and I came again. I panted.
"So Weasley, we should do this again sometime."
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
He pulled his fingers out of me and licked them clean. I moaned and rubbed my thighs together. His other hand palmed his erect dick through his tight Jeans and he groaned.
"I'm not going to take your virginity till you beg me to, but can I just have a quick look at the twins?" Blaise joked.
Too exhausted and satisfied to care, I pulled off my top and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts bounce free.
Blasie licked his lips and turned away. He walked to his room, and I heard the door slam. A few minutes after that I heard him groan. There was silence for the rest of the night.