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This chapter was written while listening to 'All Fall Down' by OneRepublic
Chapter Eleven - That fuckery we just witnessed was not normal
She writhed under him, her body arching in overwhelming pleasure. Her tiny hands gripped his biceps tightly as he thrust steadily into her warm, wet heat. Her hair fell around her head in a halo of chocolate curls as she rocked back and forth, mumbling softly, 'Charlie!' over and over between moans. Her smooth breasts were there before him, begging for attention. He leaned down, taking a pink tip into his mouth and sucking lightly. His reward was her keen of delight, arching again to give him better access to her heaving chest. He felt his orgasm rush towards him, heat flooding his veins as she began to clench around his thick member. He was so close, just a little more…
Charlie was jerked roughly from his daydream to find a large black owl perched ominously near his plate, clacking its beak loudly. He had been sitting in the mess hall, lost in his thoughts and picking at a sandwich when the bird came along, looking irritated. He took the parchment from the bird's outstretched leg, quickly feeding it the rest of his tuna sandwich so it wouldn't bite.
"Hey, who's it from, Charlie?" His best friend, Keiran, asked through a mouthful of turkey and cheese. Charlie shrugged. He unrolled the parchment as the bird flew out the window. Reading quickly, his brown eyes grew wider with each line. Looking down at his watch, Charlie jumped to his feet and sprinted out the door, ignoring Keiran's worried calls. Not stopping until he reached his small apartment on the far edge of the reservation, he pushed through the front door and stepped into the living room, panting and covered in sweat. In the same moment, bright green flames burst to life in the grate and a small figure stumbled shakily into the room.
Charlie's breath caught in his chest and his heart raced at the sight of her. Even covered in soot, shoulders slumped and hair tangled, Hermione was stunning. Perhaps a tad too thin for his liking, but stunning none-the-less. She meekly glanced up at the room before spotting Charlie at the door and turning towards him. It was then that Charlie got his first look at her face; her beautiful, delicate face. The skin around her eye was swollen and bruised, turning various shades of yellow and purple. The rest of her was pale, her eyes empty, and her lips dry and cracked. This poor girl, his Mia, had been through something horrible. Charlie felt a vicious growl erupt from his chest at the sight of her so broken.
"You better have tripped over a trick stair at school, because if my brother did that to your face…" Charlie paused, trying to keep from snapping and scaring her by letting his beast loose. He looked deep into her eyes before finishing, "I'll kill him." Fat tears fell down Hermione's cheeks as she whispered one word before collapsing.
"Charlie."
He caught her easily, cradling her tiny frame to his broad chest as she sobbed, her hands clutching tightly to his t-shirt. He stayed there on the floor, rocking her gently and cooing warm words into her hair while kissing the top of her head. Once she quieted enough to sleep, he carried her down the hall to his room. Slowly, he placed her under the covers and tucked her in. Charlie's insides hummed at the sight of her snuggled into his bed. He wanted desperately to crawl in with her, to curl his large body around hers and keep her safe forever. But, for now, he would have to quell the instinct screaming at him to finally claim her for his own. Instead, he slowly crept out of the room and down the hall to send an owl to his boss. He was going to need a few days off. He may be strong enough to fight the urge to make a den of his bedroom and cover every inch of her in his scent. But, there was no way in hell that he was going to leave her alone and vulnerable for even a second when he just finally got her here with him.
Wandering down the Charms corridor during his free period, Blaise kept his nose buried in a book. Suddenly, he felt a hand wrap around his forearm and yank him into an empty classroom. In an instant, he had his attacker pressed against the stone wall with his wand at their throat.
"Are you going to hex me, Blaise?" Ginny teased as the man lowered his wand, but didn't release her.
"You should be more careful, Lil' fox, I just might." He returned with a wink. The redhead reached up, softly brushed the silky strands of dark hair away from his eyes.
"Why so jumpy, my love?" She whispered. Blaise leaned into her hand, reveling in her cool touch.
"Didn't sleep well last night." He answered, before realizing where the conversation was inevitably going. Turning away, he crossed the room to lean on a random desk. Ginny stayed braced against the wall, her eyes cast down in sadness. Blaise pulled out a chair and sat, resting his head on the cool wood. He hated to see her hurting, but he also hated to talk about his past. He had spent a good many years avoiding the topic at all costs. What if she didn't want him after she found out what he'd done…
"You think that little of her, after everything she's been though in her life." Draco's voice echoed in Blaise's head, sounding rather irritated from the blonde's seat in Advanced Divination.
"I know, Drake. I know…" He answered weakly. He couldn't believe how much of a pansy ass he was being.
"So grow some balls and tell the girl you love the truth!" Draco said harshly.
"How? She'll hate me!" Blaise moaned back. Draco was quiet for a while before speaking more gently.
"You've heard her thoughts, B. You know how she feels about you and how sad she is about all this. You haven't even told her you love her. She thinks it's because you don't feel anything for her." Draco knew exactly what buttons to press. Blaise shook his head sadly, mumbling curse words under his breath before getting up and walking towards his beautiful girl. He held her against the wall again, covering her body with his own and burying his face in the crook of her neck. He took deep breaths, letting her warm cinnamon scent calm his frantic nerves.
"I have to tell you something." He mumbled. She just nodded, not saying a word. They slid down the wall and Blaise allowed her to sit on his lap while he gripped her small waist tightly. It felt like forever before he spoke again. "I don't know if you've heard much about my family…" She shook her head no. "Well, actually, I don't really have a family. It was just me and my mother… Gwendolyn Zabini." He shook his head, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Did you know that while under the imperius curse, you can be compelled to do anything, even kill someone?" Ginny mercifully stayed silent. "My father was sixteen when he got my mother pregnant and then refused to marry her. She was rightfully disowned by her strict pureblood parents and ran away to Italy. After only a week, she met Lorenzo Zabini, a wealthy wizard who she quickly imperiused and forced into marrying her so that I wouldn't be born a bastard. She kept her husband constantly under the curse for almost two years before she compelled him to consume poison. By the time I was ten, she had gone through three more husbands this way, each time their death was worse than the last."
"I thought at first that she did it for their money, but it wasn't why she killed them. She liked it; she liked the control, the pain, the death. But, eventually it wasn't enough, she needed more control. So she decided to use me. I would go to bed and she would come in the night to cast the imperius. For weeks at a time, she would keep me in this fog. By my fifteenth birthday, I had the blood of three men on my hands. She made me torture them with slicing hexes, blast away their hands and feet. They died so slowly." Blaise paused again, collecting himself and wiping away the wayward tears. Ginny held his hand tightly. "At night I see them. They beg on their knees for me to make the pain stop, to let them live. Then I see myself standing over them, enjoying their suffering." Blaise choked back a sob before going on. "I don't want to be a monster, Ginny."
They sat in silence for a long time before Ginny spoke. "Tell me she's dead." She said through clenched teeth. Blaise looked up from the spot on the flagstone floor he had been focusing on to see flames licking Ginny's fingertips, her skin even paler than normal. When he looked into her eyes, they were ringed with gold and black. Her hair had turned to deep red with a fiery orange at the tips and she looked fiercely beautiful, radiating strength and power in her anger.
"She's dead." He stated bluntly.
"How?" She asked, twisting her hands to make the flames dance and sway. Blaise was unsure if he should answer this question but knew he couldn't continue keeping secrets from her.
"Narcissa Malfoy." He said, hoping she understood. Ginny thought this over for a moment before giving him an accepting nod and clenching her fists to extinguish the fire. Then she stood and walked across the room to the same desk Blaise had fled to before. He buried his face in his hands, his heart aching. He was sure she would leave him now. Blaise was about to get up and leave her be when he heard a soft "psst…" echo through the room. He looked up to see Ginny perched on the edge of the desk, her feet dangling well above the floor. From his seated position, Blaise had a perfect view right up her pleated skirt. He felt a stirring in his groin as she smirked and hooked a finger, beckoning him to her. He stood and slowly approached until he was standing between her smooth thighs. He gently ran his hands from her knees up to her hips under her skirt before pulling her flush against him. Ginny leaned up to place soft kisses across his jaw line until she reached his ear. She nibbled his earlobe, running her tongue over it before stopping to whisper.
"You are a good man, Blaise Zabini. You could never be a monster. But, just in case you forget, I am going to spend the rest of my life reminding you how amazing you are and how much I love you." She pulled back to look into his navy eyes just then, urging him to see the truth in her words.
"I love you, Lil' fox… so much." Blaise whispered to his fiery angel, keeping his eyes locked on hers. They stayed that way for a while, lost in each other's gaze as strong emotions swirled around them.
Suddenly, there was an extra voice in the mix.
"Could you two kiss and make up already? The tension is killing me!" Draco's irritation rang in their heads, making them burst into laughter.
"You think that's tension…" Blaise said before ducking his head under Ginny's skirt and pushing aside her blue cotton panties. He began licking and sucking her moist slit with fervor. Within seconds, she was writhing and moaning, her hands gripping the edge of the desk. Blaise could feel the lust rolling off of Ginny and knowing that Draco would feel it too made him feel deliciously wicked. His cock strained against his zipper as she let out a scream of pleasure. He let himself get lost in her warm folds until she tugged on his hair.
"Blaise…" She panted. "Mmmm… can you.. p-project.. images?" Blaise popped his head up long enough to give her a mischievous grin before licking his lips and diving back in.
Draco's irritation was reaching new heights as he sat in Advanced Divination, listening to Professor Trelawny drone on about who-cares-what. It wouldn't be so bad if he couldn't feel extreme sadness floating through his head, laced with a warm spicy taste that could only be Ginny. Red was horrible for projecting her emotions. Draco knew it had to do with the fact that she felt things so strongly, so purely. It's difficult to keep those emotions to yourself when your magic is linked the way theirs is, being elementals. Even though Ginny was the only one whose element had manifested, Draco could still feel the pull Ginny and Blaise had on his soul.
He felt another pull as well, fainter than the other two, but still present. He felt constantly anxious lately, just waiting for the missing piece of his soul to arrive, to bring peace to Ginny and their small, strange family. But, his Red would never find peace if Blaise continued to keep her in the dark about his past.
Finally fed up, Draco shoved his way into Blaise's mind, giving his lover a proverbial kick in the ass. He knew it was painful for Blaise, reliving the horrors of his past. But to keep Ginny in the dark about something like this is the same as rejecting her. Their relationship moved quickly, there's no denying that. But just because they are soulmates, linked by their magic and hearts, doesn't mean Ginny should be taken for granted. She deserves to know every part of Blaise, and of Draco too.
Draco ignored most of Trelawny's lesson, paying closer attention to the emotions swirling around in Ginny's pretty little head: worthlessness, hope, sorrow, immense anger and hatred… Blaise must have gotten to the good parts. Draco wondered if Blaise would mention his own mother's part in the story. Draco had always felt his mother weak, a housewife with no voice of her own, until she walked into Draco's room to find a sobbing Blaise hiding in the corner. Draco had never loved his mother more than the day she rid the world of Gwendolyn Zabini. An argument-turned-duel, Narcissa Malfoy came out on top and promptly moved Blaise into Malfoy Manor, never looking back or feeling an ounce of regret for the life she took. Pulled from his musings, Draco was overjoyed to feel pure love and acceptance flow through their bonds. He knew Ginny would never turn Blaise away or love him any less once she found out the truth. But, the emotions were becoming too much as he began picking up on Blaise's hesitancy also.
"Could you two kiss and make up already? The tension is killing me!" Draco snapped. He felt surprise from Ginny and mischief from Blaise. Then his every thought was overwhelmed with pure pleasure and crippling need. Draco gripped the edge of his desk tightly as his cock instantly swelled in his pants. He tried desperately to keep from moaning in the middle of class with 20 witnesses, but still let out a few expletives under his breath. It was a dirty trick Blaise was playing, getting Ginny all worked up while he knows her soul is wide open and forcefully projecting feelings to Draco.
As Ginny's body moved closer and closer to her climax, Draco began to tremble, his hard-on throbbing and rubbing angrily against the fabric of his khakis. Feeling immense pressure fill his entire being, Draco mentally begged his lovers to stop their torture. He felt relief for a moment and sighed gratefully. But, his reprieve was short-lived. Almost as quickly as the torture had gone, Draco was assaulted with images he knew were coming from Blaise. Flashes of long fiery hair and deep brown eyes and a writhing body filled his mind.
The pictures quickly turned salacious in nature as they became paired with immense pleasure once again. Draco struggled not to cry out as his soul moved toward its peak. His eyes, while wide open, saw nothing but Ginny's bare pussy, slick and glistening with need. He saw Blaise's talented tongue lap at the pale rosy flesh over and over. Draco knew he could hold back no longer, and as he felt Ginny's pleasure boil over and shatter, he let out a deafening roar. He felt power explode from his being, filling the classroom with blinding light. Screams echoed off the stone walls and the tower shook under the weight of Draco's magic. White-hot sparks of electricity danced along his arms down to his hands, coming off his fingertips in and reaching out to anything close. Destructive bolts of lightning scorched desks and books, barely missing the students who huddled fearfully in a far corner.
But, Draco cared about none of this. His only focus was on the amazing feelings floating through his aura. He had no clue how it was possible, but even though his body didn't physically orgasm, his soul had climaxed right along with Ginny. His whole body felt tingly and weak. Draco felt his once needy cock quickly deflate, his body and mind thoroughly sated. He opened his eyes slowly, a warm smile on his face until he took in the chaos around him. Scorch marks covered the floor and walls and he could hear sobs and whimpers coming from somewhere behind him. He looked around the room and his eyes settled on the other students who were staring at him with terror in their eyes.
Seamus Finnegan was closest to the front, his large body blocking most of the others. His face was grim, his eyes focused on Draco's hands that were still letting off wayward sparks. Draco stood frozen unsure of what to do now. It didn't seem like anyone was hurt, but they so easily could have been. Maybe he will get kicked out of Hogwarts, declared unsafe to be around others. Shivers coursed down his spine at the thought of being separated from Ginny and Blaise. He wouldn't survive. Just the idea made his heart and soul throb in anguish.
He was pulled forcefully from his musings when Seamus took a step forward. "Dude. What the fuck was that shit?"
Draco was so startled by the questioned that he burst out laughing before he could control himself. Realizing how inappropriate giggles were in this situation, he attempted to reign himself in. His chuckles turned into a strange sort of cough as he calmed down. "Umm.. I honestly am not all that sure. Is everyone alright? Anyone hurt?" Draco asked, sorrow filling his voice.
Seamus glanced around quickly before answering. "Nah we're all good. You should go see McGonagall though, man. That fuckery we just witnessed was not normal."
Draco scrubbed his hands over his face before agreeing. The words 'not normal' echoing in his head as he trudged down to the Headmistress' office.
All Fall Down by OneRepublic
Step out the door and it feels like rain
That's the sound (that's the sound) on your window pane
Take to the streets but you can't ignore
That's the sound (that's the sound) you're waiting for
If ever your world starts crashing down
Whenever your world starts crashing down
Whenever your world starts crashing down
That's where you'll find me
Yeah God love your soul and your aching bones
Take a breath, take a step, meet me down below
Everyone's the same
our fingers to our toes
We just can't get it right
But we're on the road
If ever your world starts crashing down
Whenever your world starts crashing down
Whenever your world starts crashing down
That's when you find me.
(Yeah) Lost till you're found
Swim till you drown
Know that we all fall down
Love till you hate
Strong till you break
Know that we all fall down
If ever your world starts crashing down
Whenever your world starts crashing down
If ever your world starts crashing down
That's when you'll find (find) me
Lost till you're found
Swim till you drown
Know that we all fall down
Love till you hate
Strong till you break
Know that we all fall down
All fall down, we all fall down, all fall down
We all fall down, all fall down, all fall down
Lost till you're found
Swim till you drown
Know that we all fall down
Love till you hate
Strong till you break
Know that we all fall down
This chapter has been edited and revised. If you notice any grammar/spelling mistakes or plot inconsistencies, please PM me and let me know so that I may address them. Thanks! (08/31/2014)
