AN: Written for Siriusly Lovely. I don't own Harry Potter.
"I wouldn't touch a filthy blood traitor like her whatever she looked like."
Blaise smirked to himself, proud that he was able to keep a straight face. But then again, Zabinis weren't famed liars for nothing. Just look at his mother.
Besides, Ginny wasn't just a filthy blood traitor, she was a lovely raging filthy fire. A fire that was impossible to tame, impossible to resist. Something that just felt so wrong, but somehow, week after week, he found himself melting into her, kisses everywhere.
He could just imagine her, hands on her hips, smirking. I'll teach you to talk about me like that.
It wasn't love, more like infatuation, like lust. Like hands and lips and bare flesh. Like an addiction.
One day, he'd let her go, he'd make her go. But for now, she's his secret.
His lovely, filthy secret.
Hmm, I think I like this pairing a lot more after writing it. Also, reviews are my drug of choice!