AUTHOR'S NOTE: Right...so here's the end. Or is it? MAKE SURE YOU READ THE SECOND AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE BOTTOM! Okay, so without further ado...I give you...Chapter 16.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine unless it doesn't belong to J. K. Rowling.
Hormonal Half-Wits
Chapter 16: Zabini, The End
So after giving Malfoy what I imagine to be a rather uncomfortable stiffy, I ran off, trying desperately not to laugh at the look on his face. I failed quite significantly. I think it was my echoing laughter bouncing off the stone walls that drew Zabini from his room.
He wasn't wearing anything.
Scratch that, he was wearing nothing but a towel. And my gods, what a body. Not that I'm perverted or anything, but a girl just has to appreciate a body like that. Damn. It didn't help that I immediately went all hot the second he stepped into the hallway. Bloody hormones…
Zabini gave me this funny look. He said I was blushing. No shit! I knew perfectly well that I was blushing and the fact that he went and told me only made me go redder. Damn Weasley traits.
He grinned at me…not smirked, but grinned. It made me flush (if possible) yet harder. He gave this little laugh that sent tingles down my spine. Why does he have to be so bloody handsome?
So he said I was looking a little harassed (ya think) and asked if I wanted to come inside. And for once, I just thought what the hell… I went in and sat down unasked on his bed. Hell, I was feeling a little reckless…
Zabini looked ready to have a heart attack as he sat down, apparently forgetting he was n just a plain white towel. Can you say awkward silence? We couldn't. I swear, I tried desperately to think of something to say, but everything came out all muddled in my head, so I didn't even dare try saying anything. With my rotten luck and tied tongue, I would have screwed everything over. Not that saying nothing and looking around pointlessly did much to help, though.
I think we were on our fifth consecutive minute of silently avoiding each other's gaze when Zabini just said 'fuck it all' and within seconds (really, men move fast when they're kissing…) he was on the bed next to me.
And for the record, his tongue is nothing like a warm, slimy, wriggling fish. The boy may have an ego the size of France, but with skills like that, I suppose he's allowed to. So anyway, what do you think happens when a twenty-three year old single woman is tackled into soft, silky sheets by a practically naked, devilishly handsome twenty-four year old man?
Certainly not small talk.
Oh gods…if the twins (or Merlin forbid…Ron) ever found out I'd shagged a Slytherin…they'd kill me. No, first they'd spread the word all over the wizarding world in the most offensive manner possible…(knowing them, perhaps with illustrations or theatrical performances), torture me with the humility of the ages, then (and only then) kill me. As a favour, for being part of the family.
I must say, it was…incredible. I mean, I'm no daddy's angel virgin, but I have to say, Zabini has graced top ten in the shagging department. Like Colin Creevey…he's sweet and all, but not much to speak of in bed. Zabini on the other hand…I think we lasted a good couple of hours…I dunno, time kind of spiralled out of control…
I really, really enjoyed that…more than anything I've done in such a long time…
Well, I should probably go now. Zabini said he'd sneak away from everyone for another go. Honestly, the man's insatiable…I'm surprised he doesn't have any protestations about bedding a Weasley…but hell…what a couple of hours it was…I really don't give a flying fuck if he was in Slytherin…that was one hell of a shag…
Or five…
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, so I realize it's not technically an ending...but it's implied, ok? Take it however you like it. However...
...if you did not like the ending...or if you didn't like the pairing...or if you just want to keep reading...there's another few chapters ahead...WARNING: don't read the following chapters if you're content with this chapter as the ending.
I know. I'm totally brilliant. Well, you probably don't think so. But that's because you're being stupid and reading the author's note while there's more stuff up. :)
