It had started to rain heavily halfway back to the castle. The showers outside the Quidditch pitch were completely empty after five, so he practically ran into the small stone building. He stripped off his damp clothing and stepped into the cold stream. Facing the wall and shivering, he tried to replace thoughts of Ginny with those of old, lumpy, unattractive old witches, but not even Bathilda Bagshot could banish her image from his mind.

I've got to stop this! He chided himself. He'd never been so strikingly affected by such a lowly, unworthy source. Blaise Zambini, taking a cold shower outside the Quidditch pitch because he can't seem to get rid of a hard-on induced by a redheaded blood traitor! He snorted. Draco would think he was a joke! And his father, would surely turn over in his grave! I've got to get myself together! I will never think of Ginny Weasley ever again…

Suddenly, he felt a pair of smooth, silky hands slide downward from the sides of his stomach. He was hard as a rock within an instant. Spinning around, he came face to face with a very wet, very naked Daphne Greengrass.

"Hey baby," she whispered, her voice gravelly, sliding her palms upward across his perfectly chiseled pectorals and clasping them behind his neck. "You know, you could have just called me, I'm a whole hell of a lot better than a cold shower."

"D-Daph, what are you doing in the men's showers?" Blaise stuttered, trying to mask his disappointment. Disappointment should be the last thing he felt, holed up inside empty showers with a naked pureblood sex goddess. He wasn't disappointed by the fact that he was being massaged by a naked woman in the shower, he was disappointed that it wasn't the woman of his choosing.

"I was out on the pitch practicing, and I saw you walk in all hot and bothered." She smiled, flashing perfectly straight, pearly white teeth. "Thought you might want some company." She rubbed her bare flesh against his.

"Ah, that…see, usually I would, but I should really be heading back up to the castle, I've been gone quite awhile, and I was supposed to keep studying with Draco and Pansy," he blurted, shocked at his own words. Did he just decline to have sex? Impossible.

"Pansy's a bitch, and Draco can wait," Daphne drawled seductively, lightly pushing him against the wall. "Besides, look at that thing," she said innocently, and he followed her gaze downward to his crotch. "Can't leave that unattended, can we?"

Blaise let his deep brown eyes take in her lean, taut body. She still had great tits.

"Daph, what did I ever do without you?" he asked, pulling her close. Crashing his lips into hers and surrendering to her sweet seduction, he attempted to remind himself how good she was, and how perfect they were; two purebloods, making insanely proper, fantastic love to each other.

He kissed her neck, and trailed down her chest and stomach, feeling her squirm in unadulterated joy. He'd never fucked someone so passionately in his entire life. Every time his eyes closed, Daphne's silky black hair turned a fiery red, and her tan, flawless skin became pale and freckled. When he finished, Daphne screamed and writhed. Submerged so deep in pleasure, she didn't even hear the pleading moan that escaped from the lips of her Slytherin lover.

"Ginny, please…."