Chapter twelve: Banquet

Blaise and I practically ran towards our room to consumate our marriage.

"And Mrs. Zabini? What would you like to do?" he said. In his eyes there was an incredible hunger.

He didn't like to be in dress robes! Well, we could do without them at the moment. We were far overdressed for what we were going to do!

I pulled him on to the bed so that he lay on top of me. I kissed him. "Let's ditch the clothes, it's too hot for them anyway!"

Outside it wasn't too hot, but here inside it was. Way to hot if you counted the heated states that they were already in!

Thank Merlin I opted for a zipper on the mugglestyle dress… I had seen those dresses with thousands and thousands of buttons… that would've been too much. Sometimes it came in handy being a Ravenclaw!

Getting him out of his dress robes was almost just as easy, so within seconds we were in our underwear.

Blaise's hands were al over me. He stroked my breasts, which were more sensitive to touch nowadays. It had to be a hormonal thing, because the only thing that has changed was that there was a baby growing inside me.

Our tongues were consensually entwined to perfection. But with each twist and turn we got more overheated.

"Please!" I panted as soon as our mouths unlocked for a brief second.

Blaise only nodded. His breathing was also quite heavy. His erection had been pressing to my thighs the whole time, getting harder with every move I had made as he was torturing my nipples, driving me to insanity.

He positioned himself before my entrance and kissed me as he penetrated my every existence. From that moment it all was about him and me; there was no one in the world except the two of us.

Blaise moved in an ever accelerating pace. I adopted the same rythm. Together we moved in perfect harmony. He had always, as though by instinct, know where I was most sensitive and it didn't take us long until we found the cliff that we were headed to and drove off it in maximum overdrive!

We screamed the other's name in extasy. Blaise collapsed on top of me, but quickly rolled off me. The baby… He didn't want to hurt the baby. I kissed him once more and stroked his chest, playing with the little hairs that were on there. There weren't a lot of hairs there, but that's the way I liked it. I liked to play with them.

I threw a purple blanket over us and we fell asleep in each others arms.

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Blimpy woke us. I was so tired that it seemed like I had barely slept at all.

We had slept for a couple of hours. Blimpy told us that the Headmaster had organised a special banquet to celebrate the weddings. And off course the five couples were the guests of honour.

Blaise threw my robes to me. He wanted me again… but I knew it had to wait. I wanted him too. I quickly charmed the material to fit my stomach, and put the robes on. Black probably wasn't the right colour for such an occassion, but I wasn't going to wear green!

Blimpy had gone and Blaise took my arm and led me towards the Great Hall. There were little round tables. The house tables had disappeared, just like it had been at the Yule Ball three years ago.

I had come a long way since I had been the date of Ron Weasley, back then. Now I was Mrs. Zabini. There were only three Zabini's left. Blaise, our unborn child and I. I didn't remember who Blaise had gone to the Yule Ball with. It didn't matter. What did matter was the here and now and to jeopardize my health as little as possible. It didn't help if you could be pregnant with the child that could slay the descendant of You-Know-Who.

When I saw the menu I liked Dumbledore: every thing that pregnant women were known to have cravings for stood on the menu. There seemed to be two different menu's one for the pregnant and one for the others: the majority.