Chapter 25: Sisters
Ginny, Ron, and Hermione Apparated to in front of Ron's flat at about ten at night on Sunday.
"I wonder if Blaise got home all right," said Ginny, picking up her luggage with her wand. Hermione smiled.
"Worried about your boyfriend?" she teased.
"Of course," grinned Ginny. Ron groaned.
Same time, Blaise arrived at his place. He was awfully tired, but his lips still held that smile as he thought about Ginny. Then, he let out a sigh. It was getting harder and harder to control himself. He picked up his suitcase.
At his doorstep he found a little envelope. Struggling, he put down his bags and tore it open.
Blaise,
Wherever you are right now, I'm sending this to your home so you can read it when you come back.
I'm guessing whatever you are doing is very important- or you wouldn't have missed your own mother's wedding.
Blaise cringed. He had completely forgotten...or maybe he had made himself forget. He read on.
I explained to Raoul that you probably had something very urgent, and he understands, the precious thing. Anyway, he cannot wait to meet you. As soon as you read this, send me an owl and let me know when the best time is.
And perhaps you should wait before bringing the girl...you have to get to know him first.
Your Mother
That made sense. He rolled his eyes, folded the letter up, and placed it in his pocket. It wasn't the first time he had missed his mother's wedding, and so he knew she wouldn't mind very much. He didn't know how long this precious thing will last.
"Camel toe," a busty brunette announced, putting down an all-too-clear picture of a woman's clits visibly eating up the fabric of panties. "That is the new frontier."
"Miss Hertz," began Blaise, but she held up a hand to silence him. He wasn't sure if he liked this new consultant.
"Call me Nancy," she said, smiling. She pointed at the photo. "This is what the young wizards crave. No full nudity, but everything is implied. Insinuated."
"I'm not so sure about this one," said Blaise finally.
Nancy curled her brown locks with her fingers, as if deep in thought. "How about this, then?" she said, taking out another photo. A young girl was in white panties and a tank top, on all fours on the floor. A man in nothing but his boxers was behind her as if penetrating her doggy-style, a smug look on his face. The photo moved, of course, and in humping motion.
"Dry humping," Nancy announced victoriously. "Sex with clothes on."
Ginny couldn't suppress her curiosity anymore and glanced quickly at the photo; she had been sitting quietly with her clipboard beside Blaise in his office. He smirked silently as he noticed her eyes grow wide.
"It's time to get beyond what's traditional," continued Nancy. "And what young men crave now isn't all-out nude fucking. They want something to fantasize about. Walking in the streets and thinking, man, I could just grab her right here and right now and fuck her with all our clothes on-"
"Thank you," said Blaise, taken aback at Nancy Hertz's boldness. She threw him a practiced, professional smile.
"I personally like the camel toe thing. Get some models lined up in bikinis, push in some fabric in there, close-up. Guys dig it."
"Anything else?"
She smiled. "Of course. Up-skirt spy-cam."
"We do up-skirts all the time," said Blaise, unimpressed.
"But those are knowing up-skirts," said Nancy, shaking her head. To both Blaise and Ginny's surprise, she got up, faced her back to them, and bent, exposing her smooth thighs and her red thong. She smiled back, pulling up her skirt higher to show her ass. "See? If you have stuff like this, all you see is a slutty gal trying to show her ass to the camera. But if you do this..."
Nancy hopped up on Blaise's desk and stood up, spreading her legs. Blaise instinctively glanced up to stare up her skirt. He quickly looked down, and he was surprised to find his cheeks burnt a bit. Ginny scowled.
"See that?" said Nancy excitedly to Ginny. "Young men now want innocent girls who seemingly don't know they're being filmed. Gives them extra pleasure."
Ginny didn't hear any of this, however. She was busy glaring at Blaise. How dare he blush. He, who wouldn't even flinch at the sight of a thousand naked beauties...just blushed at seeing some crazy consultant's panties.
"That...would be quite enough, thank you," said Blaise, unable to look up. Nancy merely shrugged and hopped off the desk. She cleared the desk of her photos and put them away in her orange briefcase. "You can go back to your office now," he said, and she promptly left.
"You pervert!" cried Ginny accusingly, smacking his head with her clipboard.
"Ow!" cried Blaise, trying to block her. "What are you talking about?"
"Blushing at that Nancy, you!" she said, reaching for the clipboard he had taken out of her grasps. He turned red but still grinned.
"Jealous, were you?" he mused.
"Of course I was!" Ginny cried, as if he had said something childishly obvious. He laughed.
"I just wasn't expecting it," he said truthfully.
Ginny rolled her eyes and glanced at her watch. "Oh, time for lunch. Let's go."
He cringed. He was supposed to go meet with...Raoul.
"I actually have another appointment," he said slowly and apologetically. She raised an eyebrow.
"With who?"
"Family," he said truthfully. She nodded.
Blaise walked in through the doors of the expensive cafe, his hands in his pockets. He could see, even from the door, his mother practically glued to a big man. As he approached, he noticed that Raoul was younger than any other stepfather he had had; he looked as if he would be in his mid forties, with deep brown hair and a fit body. Anya, at least today, had her hair in luscious brown curls. Her skin was clear and beautiful as usual, and she was dressed in a golden dress.
"Blaise!" she called, as she noticed his presence. He didn't smile as he made his way to the table. Raoul got up to greet him, extending his hand. Blaise shook it.
"Raoul Bladdin," he said, smiling.
"Blaise Zabini," said Blaise quietly. He sat down, and so did Raoul. Blaise rolled his eyes as his mother began to nibble at Raoul's ear.
Blaise glanced at his watch. "Really, I must get going-"
"Already? You just got here!" laughed Raoul.
"Well," Anya began pointedly. "So about the girl you were bringing..."
"A girl?" said Raoul. Blaise nodded.
"We can't wait to see her," said Anya. "When will you be bringing her?"
"Don't worry, I'll let you know ahead of time," he replied. "And I have to get going. Nice meeting you."
"Wait," said Raoul, motioning him to sit back down. He reluctantly sat. Anya gave Raoul a seductive smile as he spoke. "There are some people I'd like for you to meet, too."
"Oh?"
"Yes," said Anya. "Raoul's a poor, poor widowed thing..."
"You were married before?" asked Blaise. He was not exactly surprised, however, as three of his ex-stepfathers had "accidentally" lost their wives before meeting Anya.
"Poor, poor, thing," said Anya again. "Dear Diana left two of her children!"
"Children?" Blaise could not imagine himself being surrounded by a bunch of little kids as his stepbrothers and sisters...
"No, not children," she laughed. "They're only a year or two younger than you are. Two wonderful girls."
"Oh, there they come now!" said Raoul, getting up. Blaise got up as well to look. Two figures were approaching the table.
One was tall and slender, with very long blond hair that almost touched the floor. Her pale skin shone and her crystal blue eyes were sparkling, reminding Blaise of a beautiful goddess. The other had deep brown hair like her father, and wore her hair in long, graceful curls. She also had pretty blue eyes, and although shorter than the first, had the unmatched beauty.
"Father!" cried the taller one, almost gliding to the table. "Oh, and Anya!"
"Girls," smiled Anya, but Blaise could sense it in her voice; she did not like these girls very much. And he could see why; she did not like anyone beautiful. And that's when it struck him that these girls were at least half-Veela. Kudos for Anya, for seducing a man used to a Veela as a wife. Wait, maybe Anya did have some Veela in her. He had never asked...
"This is Catherine," said Raoul proudly, gesturing at the tall, blond, goddess-like one. She smiled radiantly.
"And this is Veronica." The shorter one smiled as well. Blaise felt something in the pit of his stomach. These girls, these, well, seemingly nice girls had lost a mother because of Anya. And...they would most likely lose their father too, give or take five years.
"Such wonderful girls, don't you think, Blaise?" asked Anya in her phony delight Blaise was so used to. He nodded.
"Oh, you are lovely, Anya. Oh, I mean, Mother," smiled Veronica, her eyes dancing. "You look spectacular today. I love what you did with your hair."
Anya's fingers played with her beautiful brown curls. It was evident that she had decided to go with brown curls just to show hers would be more beautiful than Veronica's. Blaise almost rolled his eyes.
"I'm sorry about your mother," said Blaise, studying Anya and Raoul's reaction with a corner of his eye. Raoul coughed and Anya gave him a deadly glare.
"Thank you," replied Catherine, her blue eyes moistening.
"But we were very lucky," Veronica added in, putting her pale white hand on top of her sister's. "We were sent Anya."
"And she really is lovely," said Catherine sincerely. "We could ask for no better for our dear father."
Anya smiled. Blaise did admire her for her acting skills.
"Aren't these girls just amazing?" she said.
"Well, I say they're a bit spoiled!" Raoul said, smiling.
"Oh, Father," laughed Veronica. Her laughter seemed to light up the whole restaurant.
"They've never had a job in their entire life!" he continued. He held up Catherine's pale, flawless hand. "Look at this hand. This delicate thing has never done a single thing."
"I'm sure you could have made them do something at your company," reasoned Anya. He scoffed.
"On the Quidditch field? No way."
"Raoul owns a large Quidditch agency," explained Anya.
"Oh," said Catherine, turning to Blaise with a wide smile. "We heard from Father that you own a large company. What is it?"
"Perhaps we can get a job, so Father can't make fun of us anymore for being idle!" laughed Veronica.
Blaise stared at the two girls, amused.
"Um, girls," began Raoul uncomfortably. "You see..."
"Sure, why not?" said Blaise with a grin.