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Chapter Forty Four: Unexpected Liaison.
Junior members of the Order were slowly retiring to bed, staggering out of the dining room, slurring 'goodbye' and 'night' as they went. Blaise wanted to sneer that how little alcohol they had needed to be inebriated. Though he doubt many of them had drank much before the war, much to their parents' approval. He had been raised on champagne toasts and meals accompanied by wine; his tolerance was more evolved than those of his peers. His Mother's principle was 'a little now, not a lot later', referring to preventing the bingeing sprees newly of age wizards and witches splurged on. As a Zabini, he had to remain collected and controlled, not out of his mind with liquor. While he had dabbled in excessive alcohol in controlled environments, he certainly didn't plan to allow such luxuries here. The Order did not trust him and he did not trust the Order.
"Zabini?" Ginny Weasley stood from her seat and looked at him. She seemed to be able to handle her liquor more than the others, there was only a slight slur to her speech and she wasn't swaying in place yet, "Why are you here?"
"Why are any of us here?" He replied cryptically and swallowed the last of his Firewhiskey.
"Illusive prick." She muttered and turned away, nearly tripping over the outstretched legs of Dean Thomas, who was sleeping loudly across from her.
"Careful, Ginevra." Blaise stood and moved his hand to the small of her back, "We don't want you fall now, do we?" Ginny looked up at him with a shrewd expression and raised her eyebrow.
"Does that move work on all of your girls?" Shrugging her shoulder, she smirked at him, "I'm too smart to be seduced by you."
"Who said I was seducing you?" Leaning close to her ear, he whispered in her ear, "I thought you were seducing me?"
"Ha!" She fixed him with a stare strong enough to break a weaker man, all traces of alcohol suddenly absent from her gaze. Her eyes weren't drowning in disdain, as they usually were when she looked at him, but she didn't seem entirely warm towards him in attitude. He liked that; she was a challenge, "I don't seduce Slytherins."
"Are we not over our House prejudices? It's quite immature of you to hold onto playground grudges." Ginny sent him another withering glare, before walking away. He watched for a moment as her hips swayed with every step, her shapely legs and pert bum captivating his attention for a moment before he followed her.
"If you're going to stare at my arse, at least be subtle about it." She smirked over her shoulder at him and strode out of the room, an aura of superiority left in her wake.
"Who said I didn't want to get caught?" Blaise shut the dining room door and waited for her to respond to his comment. It took her all of three seconds to pause her dramatic exit, before she glanced back at him in puzzlement. As she stood staring at him, confusion painting her features into a frown, he carefully walked up to her and leaned close, his eyes on hers, "I have a question." He murmured, inches from her lips.
"And what question would that be? I would like to sleep before the sun sets again." Trying to regain composure, she raised her brow. Though, she could not deny, she was curious about him. Blaise was a private man, a perceptive watcher, and an aloof snake. He didn't talk to anyone who didn't interest him and he didn't flirt. Yet, his actions were contrary to her beliefs of him. Tonight, he had quietly teased her as shot rounds of Firewhiskey were handed around, murmuring humorous comments for her ears alone. He left her giggling and unable to understand him. It was frustrating and intriguing.
"My question is how are your needs met?" Her breath caught, her mind reeling with connotations, "The raid tonight will solve your nutritional needs. A good fight or cry can treat your emotional needs. But what about your other needs?" By this point, his lips were in line with her ear, not for the first time tonight, and his breath warmed her neck and ruffled her hair.
"Other needs? My, my, how the mighty have fallen." She turned her head to face him, "Is the great, heartless, cold Blaise Zabini confessing to be sexual frustrated? Is your hand lacking, does it not address your needs?"
The tables had turned so quickly in this deserted corridor. Blaise had followed her with intentions, yet she was changing tactics with him with every breath they unanimously took. She was fiery and quick and witty. She would not be seduced, she would seduce. Ginny Weasley engulfed his senses. Never had a woman had such daring with him, most lay down quietly and submitted. But this woman would never bow down to anyone. He liked it more than he thought he should.
A stirring in his gut caused him to feel something he had suppressed for so long. An instinct buried deep within him, fighting to the surface. He had denied it for a long time now, refusing to acknowledge it. But this witch had unleashed it, much to his surprise. He knew Ginny could see the change in his eyes as he revelled in this new emotion rousing his long hidden desires. Her eyes dilated and her skin flushed a light pink. If he acted now, she would not deny him. Without a further thought on the matter, his body moved into action on instinct.
His hands came up to frame her beautiful face and his lips descended onto hers. Ginny reacted in kind, her hands grabbing at his shirt to pull him closer. Their bodies arched into one another, her chest pressed against his, as he guided her backwards. Pushing her against the closest wall, Blaise heard her moan at the feel of every hard line of his pressing against every soft curve of hers. He could feel her Quidditch-honed muscles in her every movement and her feminine silhouette shaped perfectly to him, driving his mind crazy with heat and lust.
Groping the wall beside them blindly, he found the outline of the library door and pushed it until the door swing inward. Blaise reached down and grabbed her thighs, hoisting her up so she'd wrap her legs instinctively around his hips. Ginny groaned at the new angle and pressed her lips feverishly down his throat and collarbone. Trying to keep his wits about him to stop them from tumbling over, he walked into the library, until his knees hit one of the couches. He bent over, waiting until Ginny was at a safe distance, before dropping her onto the plush cushions.
He motioned his wand at the door, locking the room, before casting the Imperturbable charm, to ensure privacy. Looking back over at Ginny, he found her panting beneath him, her eyes like blue fire. He leaned over her and captured her lips again, his hands venturing under her shirt. Her hands quickly followed his example, clawing at his clothes, adamant he would be undressed before the fire crackled again. A sudden thought occurred to him and Blaise reluctantly pulled back, grabbing her wrist to pause her activities also.
"Are you a virgin?" He asked, telling himself it wouldn't matter either way. If she was, he would worship her body and teach her the sweetness of making love. If she wasn't, he would attempt not to resent the individual who took what he wanted, while still making love to her, but with more vigour, ensuring it would be his actions that would forever haunt her fantasies.
"Is your sexual prowess so lacking that you'd need me to be oblivious to pleasure to give you an excuse for your poor performance?" Ginny smirked at him with a raised eyebrow, "Or is this your first time?"
"I assure you, I am well versed in the sexual arts." Sweeping a fleeting, teasing kiss across her lips, he pressed his hips into hers and he watched her eyes become unfocused for a moment, before turning her attention back to him, "It was your inexperience I was inquiring about. I merely need to know how gentle I'm required to be with you." A soft edge crept into his tone and Ginny was stunned at his thoughtfulness, before turning her smile wicked.
"Be as rough as you like." Pulling her wrists from his constraints, she dragged him to her and showed him exactly how experienced she was in the sexual arts too.