The Magic of Exams

Author's Note: Adult situations ahead. If you are easily offended, or an itty bitty kiddy, do not proceed :-) So here it is. The long awaited Blaise fic! Forgive me if he seems OoC, it's my first time writing from his POV so I'm a little green around the roots.

Allure in the Astronomy Tower

The halls of Hogwarts were generally friendly affairs--if you stuck to the main corridors. The floors and walls were of a light grey stone that, despite its monotonous colour, was an accepted part of the school. Because along every metre or so of wall there was a lantern flickering delightful little shadows, no one even bothered to acknowledge what would have seemed to be an oppressive atmosphere. Usually, the corridors were wide and well-lighted, some even having high-glassed ceilings to filter in the sunlight and reflect the constant flames that kept the school warm when it was cold out, and too warm when it was nice out. There usually hung portraits of various portly people who smiled lazily or dozed loudly at regular intervals along the walls, and even the ocassional tapestry that added noticeable flair to the surroundings. Every here and there, there were lines of majestic suits of armor, standing always at attention, or some sculpture that would cut the corridor in two. The maze that these corridors were a part of did lead into some slightly more ominous affairs as well, but those were not the paths Luna Lovegood had today decided to take--which, though Blaise Zabini did not admit, was a bit of a relief to him.

Although notoriously Slytherin, even Blaise admitted to not liking to be caught in some strange, nefarious-feeling passageway with only the girl ahead of you (who, coincidentally was unaware of your presence) for guidance. He had grown into a dashing young man throughout his years at Hogwarts, regardless of the fact that he was considered extremely dangerous by most of his peers. Dangerous for his slow, sly smile that slid impassively onto his intensely handsome face, and the way you couldn't read any emotion in his electric green eyes. His dark hair, usually loose on his forehead, fell attractively around his ears in a way that most girls would swoon over--however his tall, imposing figure held them mostly intimidated. Although he was not so social to have joined the Slytherin Quidditch team, he did play in his spare time, and it had evidently done him well.

Today, however, the Slytherin had not stuck to his usual routine of wandering aimlessly throughout the rather deserted hallways. Today, he had found something much better and much more scrumptuous to do. He had, since around lunch time today, found himself following one Luna Lovegood, shadowing her footsteps as unobtrusively as possible. As far as he knew, she had yet to see him, but for some odd reason staring at her erect back, with her fountain of messy, wavy blonde hair and almost too-short skirt was extraordinarily satisfying to him. Where her school robes had made it to, he did not know, but he did appreciate the sight of her cute bum and toned legs--perhaps a little more than he should have. She seemed intent on something, though, and he wondered if she wasn't looking for someone--or perhaps trying to avoid someone?

It didn't matter. She looked cute from back here, and stalking her had probably become his new hobby. He wouldn't admit this to anyone but himself, but he was craving for her to turn around and speak to him. He loved it when she did--she was so delightfully refreshing compared to those other girls. Rather than stare at him with scared, large eyes and mentally drool over him, she managed with startling ease to speak to him. Of course he tried his best to keep up appearances and be distinctly Slytherin, but her airy, negligent manner often foiled his attempts. She was just so very difficult to rile up, so calm and dreamy...He sort of admired that about her.

She was still walking at her trademark easy pace, strolling really, as though a familiar friend stood right next to her and they were going somewhere set. He wondered if she did have a planned destination, and felt his chest sort of seize up. If she did, he wouldn't be able to follow her--if she met someone she knew, or found the person she was looking for, or got where she was going. That was a bummer, since he didn't exactly have anything to do but follow her, and he'd grown rather fond of being able to walk along behind her in silence, lost in his thoughts as his eyes followed the rhythmic sway of her hips. It was a bit hypnotizing, and he found himself completely at ease with this sort of companionship.

Tomorrow was the Transfiguration exam for the seventh years--and yes, everyone had been stressing out over it. Blaise, however, liked to think himself above that kind of reaction to what would simply be a ten page written work, and then a practical. Although the grounds had, because of the lovely weather, been filled with students today, it should also be noted that each and every one of them carried a textbook of some sort--and whether they were actually studying in the midst of horsing around with their friends, Blaise didn't know. He supposed it gave them some type of closure to think that they had the book with them, and therefore would get around to actually studying from it. Now that it was just before dinner, however, and a nasty rainstorm was evidently having its way outside, most people had retired to their Common Rooms, the Library or Study Hall to look over their work (or horse around some more).

Blaise was proud to say he hadn't so much as touched a Transfiguration book all day--he'd been much too caught up in his own thoughts and, now, Luna Lovegood's remarkable behind. She turned a corner, her movements deliberate, and he waited just on the other side until her footsteps had receded a little way down this new hall. It was just like all the others, except Blaise had never seen it before. He hoped she knew where she was going. When she reached a staircase at the end of this said hall, he almost panicked. She stopped, obviously considering where to go next, and he knew if she decided to turn around she would probably look right at him. Luck was with him today, though, as she began to ascend the stairs. It was a winding trip upwards, as he soon discovered, the stairs curled inwards and up, and he had the sensation that they were moving up a narrow tower. The staircase was so very little that even he had to admit to feeling a little claustrophobic.

'The second Astronomy Tower,' he alighted, after several moments of thought. Although he had dropped Astronomy just about as soon as he had picked the course, he knew the vague rumours about a second Astronomy Tower somewhere in the castle. And, of course, a third and fourth and fifth. Hogwarts was so very vast, no one really knew how many Astronomy Towers could exist within its entirety. Maybe hundreds, for all Blaise knew. He only wondered how Lovegood knew about this one, since classes only really used the main one which was a wide, arched affair with a glorious view across the lake and grounds, and an even better one of the sky. Finally, he heard her thudding footsteps come to a stop and he figured she had reached the top--where, he hoped, there was a landing big enough for them both. He continued up as quietly as he could; there were many stairs and it was quite tiring work.

Then, as if from nowhere, her figure came into view, her hands leaning on the large railing around the Tower and her back again towards him. The landing was quite big, and, he now saw, very, very high above the ground. It was surrounded by a stone railing that reached about his waist, and there was probably some sort of spell on the place because, although he could clearly see the rain falling outside the little, circular landing, none fell onto the landing itself. He took a moment to gather his bearings and observe his surroundings, until he finally realized that it had been extremely stupid to follow her up here. There was a large telescope in the middle of the place, and other than that there was nothing for him to hide behind. She would turn around and see him any moment now.

Except she didn't. Instead, her clear, alluring voice rang out in the general silence, cutting artfully through the throng of rain. "So Zabini."

He blinked, a little taken aback. She turned around, then, a small, aloof smile gracing her lips. Her large, blue eyes seemed to hold him captive. "Lovegood." Despite his surprise, he was still a Slytherin and, thus, very capable of hiding his emotions.

"You've been following me for a good few hours now," she stated lightly, bracing her hands loosely on her lips.

The side of his mouth quirked up in a smirk. So she'd known. He should have expected that. The girl was so peculiar. "I have."

"You've been staring, for the most part, directly at my bum." That took him by surprise, and he was fairly sure his jaw dropped open. He heard her confirming hum. She was so very, very blunt. "Have anything to say for yourself?"

Gosh, if she'd put even a little bit of sarcasm or bite into her words, he could have easily mistaken her for a Slytherin. But that wasn't her--she was calm, collected and aloof. Not to mention, far too edgeless and bizarre to fit with the smooth, sly Slytherins. "You're flattering yourself," he sneered, hoping to redeem his obvious let-out of having been staring at her backside.

"You're the one whose been following me," she paused, "and staring at my bum." There was nothing to it. She really was just so...so...interesting? Blaise couldn't put a word to her. She fascinated him. "I do wonder where Ginny Weasley could have gotten off to," she said, suddenly, and she evidently was saying it only to herself, "I've been looking for her for a very long time."

"You've been searching for that Weasley all this time," he said, his expression aghast, "I figure she shouldn't be so hard to find, what with having carrots for hair and all."

The Ravenclaw girl shot him a look that made him, very suddenly, want to kiss her. Then, she rolled her eyes and promptly sat down, cross-legged, on the floor. "I'd say it's more like flames, really." At his raised eyebrow, she added, "Her hair, I mean. It's like fire. All the colours of fire."

"You're strange," he said after a moment, "You know that?" She gave him a small, acknowledging smile. He imagined it was not the first time she had been told. He approached her, a smirk on his face. She looked very, very pretty, just sitting there. Something about the way her lips looked, the way her eyes were so dreamy...He sat himself down next to her, arranging his robes around himself and leaning back against the stone railing. She seemed to not even notice, leaning back on her hands and staring up at the raining sky. "Lovegood is an interesting name," he said, his smirk growing even more evident. He wasn't looking at her. He found his eyes had followed hers to the rain that seemed to be slipping off an invisible glass ball above their heads.

"Isn't it?"

"Does that make you a good lover?" he said, his voice half sarcastic, half playful.

He didn't expect her to answer, so when she replied, "I guess it does," it was easy to imagine his surprise.

His mind worked quickly, and he took his eyes away from the ceiling of sorts. He looked at her, still eyeing the sky, and felt something tug him forward. He didn't know what part of his subconscious initiated it, even if he had thought about it before. But he kissed her. It was not something that he had expected to do, and probably not something she had expected him to do, because as soon as their lips touched, her hands slipped out from beneath her and he had to hold her against his chest to prevent her falling away. And her lips were so soft and yielding against his, and when he heard her soft gasp of surprise he slipped his tongue in and really kissed her. Finally, he allowed himself to break away from the softness of her mouth, although he made no move to let her go. She stared at him, her large eyes filled with laughter. "And you said I was strange?" she mused, as though he had not just kissed her. Her swollen lips would have said otherwise, but he couldn't help but smile with her. "You can find out if I'm a good lover or not, if you want," she said a few minutes later, in her same blunt and out of the ordinary fashion.

He cocked his head to the side to peer at her face. She wasn't even blushing. "Really?"

"I wouldn't mind," she said, smiling in her lost way, "And judging by the fact that you've let to release me, I don't think you would, either."

He smirked. She was right. She felt far too nice in his arms. "I think I'll do that, then," he replied, running a finger down the side of her neck. Her skin was smooth and just ached for his lips. He didn't leave her aching for long, and once he got started he found he never wanted to stop. She tasted like something wonderful and he sucked and nipped her skin, rising to nibble her earlobe before kissing a trail to her mouth again. When he kissed her this time, she kissed back with so much ardor that he was, again, surprised. For such a mild, almost-crazy person, she was very passionate. He was the first person out of a shirt, her long fingers working swiftly to unbutton and pull away. She worked on his tie and was rid of that, too. Then, they were a flurry of limbs as she pushed him against the rail, settling herself on top of him, straddling his lap. Her lips met his chest, teeth falling lazily down his stomach to meet his belt, which her hands, again, made quick work of. "Hey," he panted, surprised at how quickly he was becoming aroused--and undressed, "this isn't fair."

Her shirt was only halfway down, and he could see only he barest glimpse of her aqua blue bra. Typically, he would have laughed at any girl bold enough to wear an aqua blue bra, but on her, against her pale flesh, it seemed oddly fitting. She smiled at him, her aloof smile, as he pulled her to him again, kissing her neck and collarbone as his fingers worked laborously at her shirt. She helped him, loosening her tie and flinging it off herself so that when finally he made to slip her shirt off, nothing hindered the movement. He started on her right breast, licking and sucking through her bra until his fingers could unclasp it and slip that off, too. One hand fondled her nipple as his mouth sucked the other, causing her to squirm and gasp, running her fingers through his dark hair. "Am-am I good?" she breathed, holding his head desperately to her nipple and she ground down on his arousal through his pants.

He hummed against her flesh in affirmation, unwilling to stop even for a second. Her bare flesh was delicious and tempting and gosh he was straining against his pants so badly it hurt, but the pressure she was putting on his arousal was wonderful and no, stopping wasn't an option and...all thought stopped for him when she wrenched away, his arms sorely missing her presence. His erection, which was in need of some attention, felt all the more uncomfortable. He made no move to hide the bulge it created, watching her hungrily as she looked at him, her head cocked slightly. One of those pleasant little smiles met her face, and although her shirtlessless was so, so evident, he found he couldn't remove his eyes from those two lips. "Come back here," he growled, motioning for her to return to his lap. She shook her head mischeviously, and his breath caught when he saw her newest intent. Slowly, as though she knew exactly the kind of torture her movements were putting him through, she slipped off her knickers, letting them dangle temptingly over her sock-clad feet. He didn't remember when she had lost her shoes, but that wasn't really his problem right now.

"Why don't you come over here?" she asked, her voice calm as ever. Her skirt obstructed his view of anything between her legs and he found himself itching for it to be out of the way. Before he knew what had happened, he had pounced on her, his mouth connecting with her lips and his hands wrenching her skirt up and her legs apart. He kissed a haphazard trail down her stomach, growling frustratedly at the still present skirt, but forgetting his frustration the next instant. She was wonderful, all downy curls and pink flesh and he was kissing her thighs and then he was tasting her and a throaty moan that could only have come from her lips rang out against the thrum of rain. She tasted of salt and pleasure and he lapped at her thirstily, taking her in and swirling his tongue around the area where she was most sensitive. Before he knew what had happened, her voice pierced the air in a half-sob and her whole body was shaking, and she had pulled his head up to claim his lips.

He didn't say anything as he eyed her flushed skin lustily, letting her recover. He didn't even realize she had undone his pants until her hand slipped in, grasping him firmly. Then it was his turn to groan aloud, his voice animalistic in its pleasure. She stroked him, her hand warm around where he needed her most, constant and utterly everything. "Please..." he managed, so lost in the sensation that he hardly realized what he said. Instead, he helped her push his pants downwards, but didn't even get it all the way off. He had pulled her on top of him too quickly, again reclining against the railing as he guided himself into her. She moaned as he did, leaning her head against his shoulder, and he wondered if this was her first time--but it didn't matter now, because she was kissing along his neck and he was holding onto her waist and thrusting into her. Long, measured thrusts that weren't fast or slow, and soon after she was grinding herself against him like before, and he found himself grunting in esctasy.

It seemed to go on for hours. He didn't want to stop. She felt so lovely around him, warm and moist and something just made for him. He didn't want to finish. He wanted her to be able to see her moving against him like this, her breasts bared before him as her hands braced against the railing. Her waist felt like it fit his hands just perfectly and the sensations were amazing. "I...like...rainstorms..." she managed, her hair veiling her face.

He brought a hand up to tuck the sweaty blonde locks behind her ear. "You're going...to be terrible for my...pride," he forced, adding in a smirk as her whole body suddenly stiffened, arching against him as she shuddered and that piercing sob yet again met his ears. Her completion was followed quickly by his, as he thrust up into her and the pleasure washed over him in waves. He bit her collarbone as it happened, holding her close as the waves receded, and then still holding her as the aftershocks trembled through his body.

They were quiet for what seemed hours, content with just holding eachother as everything settled in. "We didn't use contraception," she said suddenly, taking her head away from the shoulder where it had rested. She sounded just as she always did--terribly calm.

His eyes widened. "Shit."

She tutted at his language. "What would happened if I had a baby?" she mused, smiling idly.

His eyes widened even further. "Don't even think of it," he replied scaldingly, "There's the Morning After potion you can use. I'll get you some."

"My father did a column once, on the Quibbler. If a male drinks the Morning After potion, he becomes fertile."

Blaise frowned, perturbed. "You mean he can have a baby?"

"Mhhmm," she replied, leaning her lips to his.

Blaise scowled, but didn't say anything. She was absolutely crazy, after all.

"So what exam do you have first?" her dreamy voice questioned against his chest, and he thought that if all her future questions were asked against his chest, he might just forgive her for bringing up exams.

Author's Note: Phew! Blaise/Luna action, hope you guys enjoyed. I wasn't too sure about the characterisation, so I'll appreciate any comments that would help me better write this pairing (or simply these characters) in the future. How do you guys fancy some Pansy/Neville? I need one more ship--any ship, really--before I can call this fic quits. I really want to reach the five chapter mark, and while I've already decided what the last ship is going to be, the one that should go after this hasn't been so easy to discern. Any recomendations would be appreciated.

And I'm really sad because my current flame hasn't spoken to me in about a week. This is good for you guys because it leaves me with far more sexual energy to burn. I'm really up for the smut fics, so honestly, if you have more than one pairing you'd like to see...HIT ME.

Reviews please :-)