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Chapter Forty Five: Playing with Fire.

The scent of bacon roused Blaise from his deep sleep. His dark eyes opened, taking in a quick inventory of the library, and he ran a hand over his shaven head. There wasn't another noise in the room; the fire had died to a smoulder and there was only the sound of his breathing breaking the quiet. Only her scent lingered on his skin, a subtle perfume mixed with the smell of their mingled hormones. He heaved his body to stand and admired the now empty couch. The couch where he'd had Ginny writhing and moaning his name. A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips, before he pulled on his abandoned clothes.

Approaching the door, he absently gestured to undo any spells cast. But the door was unlocked and unsilenced. She had left him vulnerable to discovery. Despicable minx. He thought and left the memorable scene. Never had he met a woman so daring. His usual bedfellows often had to be encouraged to leave and none would have left him so exposed. She was fierce, dominating, and ruthless. Her feisty personality was a breath of fresh air and her body was more than unpredictable, she was energy and passion. Ginny Weasley lingered in his pores and thoughts, distracting his mind and body.

Once he had washed and dressed, Blaise strode into the dining room to join the Order for breakfast. His eyes casually scanned the gathering, spotting his vixen easily. She was sat between Potter and Thomas, apparently deep in conversation and uninterested in his appearance. If she wanted to act oblivious to him, he would let her, but he knew she would be all too aware of his presence. This was a game to her, the teasing and nonchalant attitude was meant to lead him on. But he could play her at her own game; after all, he invented it.

Pansy eyed her best friend shrewdly as he sat it her, bacon and toast pilling on his plate. An unusual glint was in his dark eyes, one she barely recognised. She knew he liked to play with fire, she'd watched him play and win multiple girls no other man would be able to tempt to bed, but she didn't believe he would be so reckless. He had shown an interest to toy with the youngest Weasley since they had arrived, but she couldn't believe he would be so stupid as to actually try for the gutsy witch. A scowl marred her features and she step on his toe beneath the table, quickly gaining his attention.

"You're an idiot." She hissed, aware of the people surrounding them that could potentially eavesdrop, "Tell me you didn't?"

"What didn't I do, Pans?" Blaise levelled his eyes easily against her glare. Her anger may scare a weak willed man, but he had years of experience from coming up against her temper repeatedly. She had no effect on his improved mood.

"You're going to get us all killed." Taking a large gulp of her pumpkin juice, she made an effort to calm herself. She couldn't have the Order knowing they were at odds with one another; she couldn't let anyone become suspicious of them, "Don't play with Ginny Weasley. Do you think they would let any of us stay any longer if they knew you were screwing their princess? Potter himself would murder you."

"Hardly." He scoffed, remaining unperturbed by her quiet anger and worry, "Potter couldn't kill if he tried."

"Well, he's got to kill…or we're all dead." Bile rose in her throat at the thought of the Dark Lord, causing her to choke on his name.

"Stop concerning yourself with my business. I am quite capable of handling the Gryffindors." Buttering his toast, he ignored Pansy's snort of disagreement. Pansy was stressing for nothing, in his mind, he was positive he would win this new game with Ginny. He enjoyed a challenge and Pansy had just highlighted the welcome danger. The risk of discovery was always a good additive in these games.

Skimming his gaze down the table, he glanced at the redheaded witch through lowered lids. As if sensing his gaze, she looked in his direction with a subtly raised eyebrow. Maintaining eye contact, she placed her hand on Potter's arm and spoke to the other wizard. Harry nodded and they both stood and walked out of the room. Ginny spared him the barest of glances as she closed the door behind the two of them. Her parting smirk taunted his nerves and he stabbed a slice of bacon with his fork. Unfamiliar jealously tugged at his gut and he forced himself to focus on regaining control. He would not let her get to him; he had never lost a game and he wasn't going to let the younger witch win against him.

"You're going to drag us all down with you." Pansy whispered heatedly. Looking over at the dark haired witch, he noticed the concern she was trying to hide and laid his offending fork down. He turned his attention to her and sighed quietly.

"I'm not going to jeopardise our survival, Pans, we were in Slytherin house for a reason." Blaise reassured her.

"Just make sure you're careful." She warned him sternly, "I will not die for your need to have a sex life, Blaise." With that, she stood from her seat and gathered her plate, cutlery, and glass. Sending him one last scathing look, she walked into the adjoined kitchen and offered to help Mrs Weasley clean up.

Blaise meant his assurances, he would not risk Draco's and Pansy's lives, but he refused to stop. He couldn't stop, even if he wished to. His blood pumped around his veins with renewed vigour and he could feel his instincts revelling in their release. No, he wouldn't stop his pursuit of his hellcat seductress. He would play the long game and gain her for his own. Ginny Weasley would be his before the year was out, he would ensure of it.