A/N: Okie dokie, this is Aycee's boyfriend Drew, and I'm competing against mzunderstood333's boyfriend. I AM TOTALLY BETTER THAN YOU DRAY. Mm… I also found a mistake, Aycee, you bad, bad, girl. ((Slaps butt)) Mariel is Ginny's friend, Marie is Blaise's little sister. My writing is oddly similar to hers… but I don't read HP, so sorry if I get some facts wrong. Here's chapter nine… it has some sex in it, nearing the end. It's a short scene, though.
Chapter Nine
"Excuse me?" Minerva McGonagall stared at Oliver. Oliver sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"I'm rejoining the Order, and I don't need you guys to help me with this one mission. All I need is Potter, and I know he'd back me up on this."
"Potter is likely to think whatever it is that the rest of the Weasleys think, Wood. Besides, it doesn't matter. You and Potter up against a handful of Death Eaters? You wouldn't last five minutes."
"Why don't you have any faith? Ever since Dumbledore died, you've been minding the school and only the school, leaving everything to Lupin to be done! The only time I saw or heard you helping was with Elizabeth, and all you did was erase their memory!"
"You're one to talk, you quit the Order!" Oliver hurled a chair across the room and into the fire.
"I DID IT FOR MICHAEL, AND YOU KNOW IT!" He pointed a finger at McGonagall angrily. "YOU KNOW THAT MIKE IS THE ONLY PERSON I HAVE LEFT! I COULDN'T TAKE ANY CHANCES!"
"What difference would it make if you rejoined now, then?"
"Because this time, Voldemort's going to die. That's why I'm bringing Potter with me. Voldemort is going to be with Joseph and Mariel Zabini, as will Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy and possibly Snape. I know you wanna get Snape bad, McGonagall. I know you do." McGonagall unclenched her jaw.
"Go get your brother. He should have a say in this." Oliver left without another word and came back with Michael, who was in his keeper-goal-post boxers, rubbing his blue eyes and tousling his dirty blond hair.
"Whachu want?"
"Mike, you know what the Order is, right?" Oliver asked with his arms crossed. Michael frowned and nodded.
"…Yeah. Why?"
"What would you do if I joined again?"
"Join with you."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Well, why would you?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"What, do you fricken' idolize me or something?"
"No! If I did, I would be doing something stupid right now like going past curfew flying around the pitch."
"You're not joining."
"Then you're not joining."
"What the hell, Mike!"
"Shut up, Oliver."
McGonagall sat in her laz-e-boy, rubbing her temples.
"This is my final word. You wanted me to have a say in it, didn't you? You join, I join."
"You're underage."
"Since when have I given a damn about that kind of shit?"
"You watch your language."
"Shut up." Michael and Oliver stared each other down with fire and ice in their brown and blue eyes.
"Go back to sleep, it's getting late. I'll owl you later." Mike left without another word, looked back to Oliver, shook his head and kept walking.
"Wood, you know we changed the age."
"He doesn't know that." Oliver sat down on the floor. "Besides, you should have kept it at eighteen years old. Children should be kept close."
"If your brother wants to join, why don't you let him join?"
"Because it endangers him a hell of a lot more," Oliver said. "If I'm on that battlefield, if I'm off fighting Death Eaters, I won't be able to look out for him. That bugs me. I've always kept a close eye on him and Lizzie."
"Maybe so, Oliver, but he's sixteen now. Do you remember how you were when you were sixteen?"
"Of course I do. I was depressed, driven, unpredictable, stupid and a maniac."
And why?"
"Depressed because of my dad, driven because of Quidditch, is what my dad wanted me to do, unpredictable because that's just the way I am, stupid because I'm irrational and a maniac because I have a one-tracked mind."
"Is that what the psychiatrist told you?"
"Well, no, but they all track back to my dad and his death, see, which leads to the Order. Do you have a stress ball around here somewhere?" McGonagall rolled her eyes and ignored him.
"How do you know the whole thing isn't a trap?"
"I went over this through and through! I can tell that Blaise means it when he says he really likes Ginny. It's in his eyes and it's in his voice when he says her name."
"…Wood, I don't like this at all…"
"I already told you that I don't need anyone else except Harry."
"So I'm just supposed to let you and Potter die?" McGonagall demanded. "Is that what you want? Oh, no, of course we'll help. Bring Zabini in here."
"Bring him in right now?" McGonagall nodded briskly and left her office, holding a couple folders.
"Floo Powder is right next to the fireplace, Wood." Oliver shook his head and prepared to leave for Hogsmeade.
"He works in a Muggle dance club. It's not connected to the Network. I'm going to have to apparate from Hogsmeade." McGonagall turned back to face him.
"How long should that take?" Oliver shrugged and stuck his hands into his pocket.
"Forty-five minutes to an hour, at the most," he replied and glanced at his watch. "It's already nearly midnight." McGonagall nodded again and continued down the hall.
"Tomorrow, then. Floo back to your place, have a good night." Oliver took the purple powder into his hands and faced the fireplace.
"Wood Manor, England." He fell through his own familiar fireplace covered in soot. Hermione, who was asleep on the couch, woke with a start and sat up with her wand in-hand. "It's just me," Oliver coughed and stood up. "Just me." Hermione sighed and let her wand drop to the coffee table with a clatter.
"Where were you?" she asked and attempted to wipe the ash off of Oliver as he sat down beside her.
"I went to Hogwarts to see McGonagall and to check up on my brother," Oliver answered. "Scourgify." Once he was clean, he took hold of Hermione's wrists and turned her palms upright to clean them as well.
"To see McGonagall? Why?" Oliver shook his head and leaned back against the head of the couch.
"It doesn't matter. Why were you sleeping down here?"
"I was waiting for you," she replied, looking into his eyes.
"Why?"
"It doesn't matter," Hermione said cheekily. Oliver chuckled and broke eye contact from her.
"You didn't have to wait up, you know." Hermione smiled and tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear.
"I know, but I wanted to." Oliver changed the subject.
"Ginny's sleeping?"
"I think so. Either that or she's off with Blaise… she still doesn't believe you, you know."
"Whatever. Come on, let's get you to bed." Oliver stood up and helped Hermione to her feet, then wrapped an arm around her waist and led her up the stairs. "The couch has no support. You shouldn't have –"
"I didn't plan to fall asleep on it, Oliver. You were just out so bloody late!"
"Oh, okay, blame this on me! Wait – where's your wand?" Hermione looked around. Oliver went back to the living room, snatched Hermione's wand from the coffee table and ran back up.
"You're trying too hard. You know that?" Hermione asked with a shy/sweet smile on her face. Oliver grinned sheepishly and kissed the top of her head.
"Night."
"You don't give up, do you?"
"Sorry, no," Oliver replied as he went into his room. "Go get some sleep."
"Oliver." He back peddled and looked at her again.
"Yup?"
"…" Oliver raised an eyebrow.
"Hermione?"
"Sorry. Nothing, never mind." As Hermione went into her room…
"Hermione." She stopped.
"Yes?"
"…Never mind…"
"Okay… Oliver." With a sigh, Oliver looked back to her.
"WHAT?" Hermione bit down on her lip.
"Never mind…"
"How long are we going to play this game?" Oliver asked with an amused smirk forming on his face. Hermione giggled. "Giggling again! Woman, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, nothing, just… go to bed." Oliver chuckled.
"Really, now, good night."
"You too." Oliver sent her one last smile before closing the door to his room. Hermione did the same and soon, the two of them were in a blissful slumber.
"Ginny, wait!"
"Get away from me!" Blaise burst out of the club after her frantically wiping lipstick off of his lips, neck and cheek.
"Ginny, come on! Let me –"
"Explain?" Ginny turned on her heel and glared at Blaise. "What's there to explain, Zabini? I saw you – with Mariel!"
"Ginny, she –"
"She what?"
"She threw herself at me!"
"You didn't have to kiss her back!"
"I -" Ginny slapped him across the face and apparated away, in front of all the Muggles around the club. "Shit," Blaise muttered when people started whispering. He took out his wand and murmured, "Obliviate!" Their faces became blank for a couple seconds before they shook their heads and continued to talk to one another. Blaise hopped into his car over the door, started the engine and drove away to Oliver's house. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ginny's friend Mariel waving at him with a smirk on her face. Bloody Muggle, he thought bitterly to himself.
When he got to the driveway, Oliver was already standing out on the porch, arms crossed over his chest with a fired-up look in his eyes.
"I thought I made it clear not to hurt her," he hissed. Blaise slammed the car door shut and leaned against it.
"I was thinking that maybe if Ginny dumped me, Malfoy and them would let her off the hook… but now I just feel like shit."
"You should!" Oliver walked down the stairs slowly. Blaise went to the other side of the car, farther away from him. "She's been crying up in my room for the past forty-five minutes, you fucking prat!"
"She just doesn't understand," Blaise said. "She'll thank me later."
"From the looks of it, she'll never see you again. Pity her brothers don't know about you." Blaise winced visibly. "Who is this Mariel, anyway?" Blaise looked down to the ground.
"Her friend," he mumbled.
"Who?"
"HER FRIEND." Oliver shook his head at Blaise and glared at him angrily.
"Her friend? You made out with her bloody friend in front of her?"
"I – well, she actually came onto me first. Sat on my lap and stuff. I just came up with the idea that if she saw me with another person… well… yeah… while all that was happening…" Blaise took a tentative step forward, scared that Oliver would hit him or something. Oliver looked unconvinced.
"I brought the matter to the Order. I think McGonagall is going to help me, but I'm not positive."
"Why's love so fucking complicated?" Blaise groaned as he looked to Oliver's window where Ginny was watching. She saw Blaise look up and closed the drapes, wiping her eyes. "Did you tell her about Marie and Joseph?"
"Was I supposed to?" Blaise shook his head and stuck his hands into his pockets.
"I messed up, didn't I…?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Shit, I'm an idiot."
"That you are."
"Should I apologize?"
"Yeah."
"Can I come in?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because she hates you right now."
"Which is why I need to apologize."
"Then I'll bring her outside." Blaise waited as Oliver came back grabbing onto Ginny's elbow.
"What do you want?" she asked quietly and tugged her arm away from Oliver's hold.
"I'll leave you two alone for a couple minutes…" Oliver made his way back to the house and closed the door behind him.
"Look, Ginny, Mariel – why do you hang out with her anyway? Come on – let's go for a drive, okay?" Ginny nodded and climbed into the passenger's seat. "I told you that I loved you tonight, didn't I?" he asked as he drove away.
"You didn't mean it," Ginny shot.
"I meant it. I really did."
"Then why did you go and snog one of my best friends?"
"She snogged me. Most definitely not my fault."
"You didn't have to –"
"Kiss her back, yeah, but come on… I know you saw me struggling there for, like, a minute…" Ginny wiped her cheeks again. Blaise glanced at her, bent over and picked up a box of tissues. He pulled over at the side of the road, kissed her cheek and carefully dabbed the area around her eyes, wiping off all the smudged make-up.
"Blaise?"
"Yes?"
"Did you really mean it?" Blaise gave her a soft smile and kissed her gently, as if she was as fragile as a china doll.
"Of course. You don't say those three words for nothing, do you?" Ginny took him by the collar and kissed him deeply.
"I love you, too," she whispered. Blaise tucked her bright red hair behind her ears and covered her mouth with his. Ginny's arms snaked around his neck as she tangled her hands in his dark hair. Blaise's tongue darted out the moment Ginny opened her mouth. They both moaned and Blaise pulled away.
"No… not here," he said huskily and started the car again. He sped off towards his flat and carried Ginny in. She sat down on his bed and kissed him lovingly.
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Blaise moaned and gently parted her mouth with the tip of his tongue. Ginny felt a shock run through her as she felt Blaise's tongue dancing around with hers and fell onto the bed. Blaise followed willingly, pulling off Ginny's skirt and t-shirt in the process.
"Ginny," he breathed. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."
Ginny wrapped him in a kiss again, rolling on top of him and straddling him. "I love you, Gin..."
"I love you too, Blaise, but please shut up..." Blaise pulled his shirt off of himself, got out from under Ginny, lay down on top of her and peppered her jaw line with kisses.
"Last chance, baby, you're sure you want to do this?" She reached for his track pants in response. "Okay, have it your way, then." He lowered his lips onto hers. He slowly slid her panties off and began to rub her. She moaned against his mouth softly. Blaise smiled and made a trail of kisses from her mouth to her bra, which he unclasped.
Ginny gasped at the sudden coolness. Blaise laughed softly and kissed one breast, then the other and continued his way down to her wetness.
Ginny ran her hands through Blaise's hair as his tongue flicked out against her clit. She moaned again, urging Blaise to delve deeper. He switched the positions of his tongue and fingers and repeated stroking motions with his tongue and index finger.
Ginny's cries of pleasure reached a crescendo and began to shake violently as she hit her first peak. A tiresome wave flowed through her body as she did so. Blaise licked everything up and sat down on the edge of the bed beside Ginny's lying form.
"Now, you're absolutely sure you want this?"
"Damn it, Blaise, yes!" Ginny exclaimed. Blaise smiled at her. He pushed a few strands of long, red hair behind Ginny's ears and cupped her chin.
"Okay." That was the last word either of them spoke that night, other than crying out the other's name passionately.
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A/N:
Whew. And there you have it… the first sex scene written by a boy on fan fiction. You have no ideawhatsoever ofhow many of these things I had to read in order to get how sex properly works. I'm a good boy, shut up. Stop laughing.I'll do Aycee's thank yous for her...
Thanks... to…
Kichou
Charlie K.
Be11011
Malfoy-Jacky
SpikesDreamer: Aycee made me read your story. I liked it!
Emelinee: Ja, ja, I get what you're talking about...
twidaleedee: Sheila... I KNOW YOU! Sort of... you don't review properly...
Madam Sorceress: I know. I hate Krum. I don't know who he is and I hate him. Gosh, freakin' idiot.
And let's hope Aycee doesn't get mad about my slapping her butt comment... (:
Thanks, you've all been WONDERFUL reviewers! I love you all!
-Drew