Thank Merlin, Michael had gotten himself killed. He was really starting to get on her nerves. She would've done the deed herself, but alas, teammates couldn't off each other.

Just because they had dated once, didn't mean she was his property. She had clearly moved on and that was two whole years ago! Dean was worse off after they split than Michael ever was, but at least he understood that they were completely and totally over. The tosser kept flirting with her and it really set her teeth on edge. The reason they broke up in the first place was because he was immature and only cared about himself. He even cried when she helped Gryffindor beat Ravenclaw in Quidditch! They were okay together, but much better apart. Why wouldn't he just leave well enough alone?

She'd had several relationships since ending things with him and he ran off with Cho the Cunt the second it was over anyways. Even Harry bloody Potter, the love of her life, her one and only, understood when she told him she needed time. A break of sorts. Despite the fact that time had stretched on and she was involved in several indiscretions in the past couple months, Harry was perfectly fine. Unlike Lavender, she wasn't slumming around with the entire male population. She was just… free with her affections. Sometimes, things just didn't work out and everyone knew it. That is, everyone except Michael Corner.

Muttering in disgust, she began preparing the clearing that she had found. It was a small patch of grass amidst the tall trees of the forest. Quiet and bright with just a hint of a breeze, it was perfect.

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He was taking too long. He had finally ditched Draco and those bitches, but it had cost him too much time. She's gonna be pissed.

"Reperio Ginevra," he muttered for the fifth time. For some reason, the tracking spell wasn't working as well as it usually did. This could only mean that she was even further from him than he had expected.

At this point, he was running. Finally the tracking spell began working and it led him straight to her. The forest had been so thick with trees he was confused when he arrived in a small clearing. Just as the chimes rang out, he spotted her. She lay bare upon a red-and-gold-checkered blanket with a woven basket beside her. It very much resembled those picnics he had learned about in Muggle Studies.

As he approached her, he removed his Glamour Charm. They had two rules: when you arrive, it must be before the chimes ring and you must not be wearing a Glamour Charm. He had already broken one of those rules and he knew punishment awaited him. He did not plan on breaking the second rule and incurring the witch's wrath.

"Look Gin, I know I'm a bit late-"

"More like several minutes late," she responded frostily. Oy, here comes the punishment.

She saw him coming closer and rolled onto her side, turning her back to him. And what a lovely back it was. If this was his punishment, he would gladly accept it. Her pert ass and those feminine dimples just above it shone in the sunlight.

"I know I've broken one of our rules, but I will gladly accept my punishment."

"Very well. Stay where you are. You do not have permission to come any closer." To be fair, he was rather apprehensive about what would happen next. Despite her loyal and loving demeanor, Ginny also possessed the spite and cruelty so characteristic of most Slytherins. What she was about to subject him to would no doubt be torturous.

Rolling back over, she faced him and gave him quite the view. Her nipples were hard from the slight breeze that swept through the clearing, but that wasn't the only reason. Her body was always hyperactively linked to her arousal and seeing the lust raging in Blaise's eyes was making her hot. The light flush across her flesh attested to that. Sitting up, she spread her legs, providing him with a full view of her now-wet center.

Palming one of her breasts, she moaned. This little show of hers was already affecting her partner and she could see the clear evidence of her success.

"You," she rasped, "are not allowed to undress. You are not allowed to touch yourself. You are not allowed to come any closer." Even at this distance, she could hear his whimper of desperation. He, too, was hypersensitive when excited and, Merlin, the chaffing he would experience. It would be excruciating. Good, let him suffer.

She didn't need any further coaxing. She could feel her arousal seeping out of her core and onto the blanket beneath her. Leaning back on one elbow, she shook her hair back over her shoulder and slid her free hand over her breast and down her stomach. She circled two fingers over her clit and gasped before dipping them inside. Once she removed them they were covered in her juices, thick and sticky. Slowly, she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked, holding his eyes as she tasted her own desire.

"Mmm, I taste good, Blaise."

At this point, she didn't know who she was seducing anymore; Blaise, or herself. But it didn't matter. She brought her fingers back to her clit.

"Gods, Blaise! I wish this were your tongue on me now. Licking and teasing me, inside and out."

She was turning herself on with her dirty talk. Her movements quickened and she began rocking her hips against her fingers, but it wasn't enough. The angle was all wrong. Lying on her back, she brought her other hand down.

"I want your hands and mouth on me, sucking, biting, pinching. I want these to be your fingers thrusting into my cunt, giving me just what I need."

She was so close. She could imagine his cock, buried deep inside before ramming into her again and again and again. And with a shout, she hit her peak and her back arched off the blanket. As she lay there, she closed her eyes, waiting for Blaise to come storming over with a raging erection and no one else to turn to.

"Damnit woman! Don't you know anyone could have seen you?"

"Aw," she drawled, "where's your sense of adventure?"

"Did you put up wards? I swear, I just heard someone peeping in the bushes!"

"Of course I did, you ninny. It was probably just some Muggle forest creature. Why? Are you scared someone could have seen you naked?" she taunted, knowing this would lead to mind-blowingly ridiculous angry sex.

"No," he ground out.

"Scared someone will see us together?"

"No." He was stalking towards her with a singular intent.

"Scared someone will see me naked?"

"Not if it's me." Any second and he would be on top of her.

"And if someone else were standing here?"

"I would rip them apart. Sectumsempra would look like child's play."

Standing above her, he took his wand and murmured, "Incarcerous." Ropes leapt out of his wand and wrapped around her, binding her hands and feet together.

"Blaise, what are you doing?" He said nothing and pulled her to her feet by her bindings. She was always up for kinky sex, but usually one discussed such things with their partner beforehand. His silence was unnerving and she wanted to regain control of the situation. No, needed control. She was never comfortable being vulnerable.

They were close to the tree line now and still, she had no idea where he was taking her, trussed up and stark naked. When they reached the edge of the clearing, he stopped.

"Will you tell me what the bloody hell is going on?!" she exclaimed.

"You had your fun and now I'm going to have mine," he gloated and winked, removing both of their patches. Using his wand, he enchanted the ropes at her wrists to extend and wrap themselves around a nearby tree and removed the bindings from her ankles. "Ah, much better."

Kneeling, he took one of her legs and lifted it, bending it at the knee. Bringing it closer to his mouth, he licked her from ankle to center. The sensation both tickled and set her skin on fire. She could feel his nose, nuzzling the fine hairs surrounding her core, and his tongue, as he traced the outer edges of her opening.

Determined to punish her for her little stunt just now, he decided enter her with neither tongue nor finger. Pulling both legs over his shoulders, he pressed her against his mouth. He licked over the entire opening, careful not to venture inside. Already, he could feel her legs quivering from her arousal. It was times like these that he loved her sensitivity. He wouldn't need to enter her to rile her up. With just her clit, he sucked, licked, and nibbled. Her very vocal responses told him all he needed to know.

"A-ah!" she moaned. She could feel her release approaching, just needing that extra push. A cold breeze caressed her center, making her shiver. Opening her eyes, she realized Blaise had removed himself and was now standing a meter away. "W-what? Where are you going?"

But his only response was a satisfied smirk.

"Please, please come back!"

"I refuse."

"I don't care. I- Ah!" Mid-argument, her ropes suddenly vanished, dropping her onto the ground. Her knees were a bit shaky from her near-orgasmic state and she dared not attempt to stand.

Crawling towards Blaise, she poured every ounce of her inner seductress into the action. Her hair was untamed and flowed over her back and shoulders and covered her breasts just so. With each advance, she placed her arms so that they would push her breasts forward, her nipples peaking out from behind her hair. Her hips swayed with her pert ass in the air; each cheek ripe and full.

"Oh god, don't-" he ground out. She had finally reached where he stood and began removing his belt. Her capable hands soon had him out of his pants and in her mouth. Between Ginny's tongue and image of her hollowed out cheeks, sucking on him, he wasn't about to last long.

She was going to pay him back for teasing her just now, but dear Merlin, this was turning her on even more. Reaching down, she fingered her clit, aching for release. She then used her free hand to cup and massage his balls. At this, his cock twitched, causing her to moan. She loved it when it did that.

Oh Salazar, the sight of her was purely decadent. Eyes closed, touching herself, touching him, sucking his cock. He didn't stand a chance. His orgasm was close.

"Bloody-" His expletive was drowned out by a groan. The damned woman chose that moment to remove herself and disapparate. Turning, he found her leaning against a nearby tree.

Eyes narrowed and lips pursed, she commanded, "Fuck me."

Discarding the rest of his clothing, he stalked towards her. This would be quick and rough. They were both so close to the edge.

His kiss was harsh and demanding, the force of it knocking her head back against the tree. He lifted her to gain better access and her back scraped against the bark. She loved it when Blaise dominated her, even her ovaries clenched with desire at his inner caveman. When he shoved into her, there was no resistance. Her pussy was slick and engulfed him like an old friend. As he pounded into her, her hips met each thrust, her legs locked around him.

It didn't take long for him to roar with rapture as he came. As she felt his seed explode into her womb, her walls clenched with her own orgasm.

Dazed, she noticed he was carrying her back over to the blanket she had placed in the clearing. Just as exhausted, he slumped down and stretched out on the ground. Eyeing her, he indicated for her to snuggle with him.

"If this is the end result," she sighed, "then maybe I should start stripping in public."

"Bloody wench, if you do that, I'd be forced to turn lock you in a room or spell your clothes to never come off," he growled. "Unless I take them off, that is."

"For fuck's sake, it was a joke!"

"I didn't think it was that funny," he huffed, pulling her closer to him.