Eros & Psyche Chapter 5F: Blaise & Ginny, a harry potter fanfic

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Chapter Version 1.0 - 2014, beta'd by Unseenlilbrarian (thank you so much for your help, dahling!)

Chapter Revision 2.0 - 20 March, 2018

CHAPTER FIVE (#6): Blaise & Ginny

Ginny was re-reading her card with anticipation while following Blaise into their private room. Her stomach fluttered at the thought that she would really be given the chance she'd wanted last round.

Talk about luck of the draw!

A firm hand on her elbow stopped her from accidentally walking into the end of the bed and tumbling over it. Blinking, she looked up in surprise, and then grinned and shook her head in silly amusement. Apparently, paying attention to where she was walking and fantasizing about sucking her partner's cock didn't go hand-in-hand.

"Thanks," she murmured.

Blaise's right eyebrow twitched and he looked down at her card. "That good, hmmm?"

Turning it around, she proudly displayed it for him with both hands gripping the edges:

DEED: You get to go down on your partner.

"Bless Seamus!" she squealed, and at Blaise's annoyed glance, she waggled her brows at him. "It's one of his cards."

Comprehension dawned on his features, and gone was the obvious jealousy, to be replaced by mischievous leering. Her handsome Slytherin turned his card towards her and let her read his own Deed:

DEED: Set your wand to vibrate and use it on your partner any way you want.

"It's one of Draco's," he explained. "He and I worked together on ours so we wouldn't be at cross-purposes."

"Lav, 'Mione, and me did the same." She giggled, feeling a bit giddy at the thought of all the playing they'd be doing this round. "Maybe Parkinson was right. A vibrating wand could possibly make up for England's lack of really great chocolate caches."

Blaise stepped into her personal space and leaned his mouth towards her ear, purring playfully, "I'll be all the chocolate you'll ever need, love."

Ginny laughed out loud, smacking him playfully on his shoulder. "Bad, Zabini… Really, really bad." She rolled her eyes at him, and he responded with a sexy, predatory grin. "Can I say the same, then? I am your fantasy wank material."

Unabashed, Blaise nodded. He reached up and gently tugged a long lock of her hair. "Mmmm, that you have been, my redheaded trouble-maker. Every single time I come, it's you I see in my mind."

Ginny felt her cheeks heat, and she laughed, flustered. "You're so smooth. Who'd have guessed?"

Tossing aside his card, he leaned down and pressed a soft, enticing kiss to her lips. "Everything I do is suave and calculated, my lioness. You're only just now picking up on my Slytherin subtleties." He reached behind him and through the still-open door and silently Accio'd his wand to his hand from the table. It sailed across the intervening space and smacked into his palm with finality.

A second later, the door shut and locked behind it in an impressive display of non-verbal magic.

"You're...strong." Godric, that had sounded stupid. Of course, he was strong. One need only look at the man to see he was built like a Centaur! "I mean, magically. I don't think I could summon a mouse right now, give how tired I am after last round."

He shrugged his huge shoulders as if it was of no matter.

She let her eyes take him in from head to toe then, noting how lively and fit he seemed. The man practically glowed with health, in fact, as if this last round he hadn't been knocked for a six after coming so hard, but instead had been energized. Had he taken a Rejuvenation Potion when she hadn't been looking?

Her gaze landed on his wand, only to discover another anomaly. "It's purple," she pointed out the obvious.

Blaise looked at her as if she'd grown a third eye.

She indicated the wand in his hand. "You weren't kidding when you said purple was your favourite colour, were you?"

He brought the wand up between them, examined it, laughed. "I suppose you're right, but I didn't paint it this colour, just for your information. It's made of Purpleheart wood. That's its natural colour." He turned it this way and that, letting her see the smooth, even surface and the exquisite carving work. It was a simple and elegant design, but what shocked her most was that it seemed to be the masculine equivalent of her own.

"What's its core and length?" she asked, having a sneaky suspicion about it.

"Eleven inches. Dragon heartstring wrapped around‒"

"‒a vein of clear quartz at its core," she finished for him. "To better control your magical energies. Mine's the same, only made of Yew."

He stared at her for a moment or two with some surprise, and then there seemed to be something like understanding and a pleased acceptance that passed through his eyes. He smiled and held his arms out to her in a silent plea for her to come to him. Without questioning the compulsion, she did, walking straight into his embrace.

"I should have known," he said so softly it almost seemed as if he hadn't meant to say it aloud.

"That we're equal in this, too, you mean?" she asked.

He took a deep breath and let it out nice and slow, nodding. "Yew and Purpleheart wood are both strong in protection and revealing spells. And where Purepleheart wood is good for divining the possibilities of love in one's future, Yew is a natural divining rod for love energies."

She glanced up at him. "How do you know so much about it?"

"I've been researching wand-craft for years. I want to be a wand-maker someday."

"You do?"

That was surprising. She'd always assumed Blaise would be interested in more physical pursuits, like a Quidditch career. She told him as much.

"I'm passionate about the sport, love, but it's not my end game."

"But you're a natural at it!" she argued.

He tweaked her nose. "If you're that impressed, Red, just wait until you see how I handle a wand." His eyes narrowed in thought. "Which reminds me, we have cards to perform, so we should probably get to it or be counted out."

Stepping back, he began to stip out of his clothes.

"You're getting fully naked for me again?" she asked with some anticipation, remembering what her card allowed her this round. "You could just take down your trousers and I could get on my knees."

"You're going to want to get on your knees anyway," he told her with arrogant, male assurance and a wicked smirk to match. "I don't want you gagging or to bruise your throat, and if I sit on the bed, the angle will make it easier for you to take me, to control the experience. Besides, I don't want any clothing in the way to hamper my view of you sucking my cock for the first time. I want to see you take every inch of me between your wet, swollen lips, and I want your naughty eyes on me the whole time."

Between her thighs, Ginny felt herself go instantly wet. Oh, man, the things this wizard said! It was like he'd plugged right into her brain to reveal her darkest fantasies!

It hit her then like a gnome's stone to the head: Zabini wasn't Tom, despite them both being sorted Slytherin. They were as opposite as could be, actually. Where Tom had forced his way in, raping and destroying to get what he'd wanted, Blaise was carefully seducing his way into her heart, careful to require her consent at each step. His promises weren't false, either; he was giving her what he'd offered: submission when she wanted it and pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.

No, there was simply no comparing that other Slytherin to this one in front of her, and she made a mental note to knock that shizz off, immediately. It was time to set House prejudice aside.

And then, too, there had been something possessive about the way he'd kissed her last round, how he'd held her and bit her throat... She wondered about that, and about how it was that such bestial behaviour could have turned her on so. She hadn't been afraid of Blaise's passion at the time, because deep down inside, she'd believed him when he'd said he didn't hate her and had no intention of hurting her. In fact, he'd been nothing but sincere with her since the game had begun, atypical for a Silver Snake. Yet, she'd never been the type to let a man handle her roughly as a result of what Tom had done to her. Even her one-off with Seamus hadn't crossed that line, for all its hurry.

And yet, she'd liked Blaise's possessive growl, the feel of his teeth clamping down at her throat, how he'd moved over her as if he couldn't help himself and wouldn't be denied. She'd loved his big body shuddering, and the way he'd seemed to fight internally to maintain control as if she'd driven him so wild, he was in danger of losing his mind.

Talk about hot!

Whatever the drive, it seemed Blaise's feelings matched the growing, fierce desire she was quickly developing for him. She could hardly keep her hands and mouth off him, and she had absolutely no pride when it came to begging him to fuck her.

Obsessive nympho, here I come!

"Ginevra?" Blaise was staring at her, stalled, watching her with concern. "If you don't wish to do this, we don't have to. We can forfeit the game right now if you want. Or we can swap cards if that's the concern."

Ginny heart melted at the sincere offer. Godric, he really did care for her, didn't he? The thought made things in her belly flutter in unexpected happiness.

"I'm good," she told him. "I don't want to switch cards or end things now."

He nodded. "Then we won't." Pulling the silk button-down off, she watched with fascination as his bare muscles rippled as he moved. "Will you strip for me, too?" he asked as he undid his belt and pulled down his zip next. "You naked, touching and licking me, would have me coming in no time." He tossed her a wicked grin. "And I liked the look of my cum all over you last round. I'd love to do that again with you."

Hell, he didn't have to ask twice! She'd loved the feel of him covering her. Watching it shoot out of him in spurts that had painted her breasts and throat, dripping off her nipples had stirred a primal possessiveness in her, and had made her feel as if he was pronouncing her his lover, his female. At the time, she'd nearly come just from that thought alone, honestly.

With quick fingers, she made fast work of removing her overcoat and pulling her slip dress over her head. "Save some for my mouth. I'm dying to taste you."

Zabini went utterly still at that, and his eyes went dark and hungry as they zeroed in on her. For a minute, she could have sworn she saw a silver-ish gleam in them, but it was gone too fast for say for sure.

"I'm going to fill you with my cum tonight," he vowed. "Every opening."

The promise made her shiver as excitement zinged up her spine.

"Blaise..."

He dropped his drawers, pulled the rest of his clothing off, and then went and sat on the edge of the bed, knees spread and wand at his side on the coverlet. Crooking his finger at her, he then pointed at the floor between his feet. "Come, my lioness, I need your beautiful mouth and your tempting tongue, and those sinful fingers." His hand was wrapped around his engorged cock and he gave it a lazy, slow stroke. "I need you."

He wasn't the only one with serious needs...

Kneeling between his legs, Ginny reached for him with eager hands. Her pale fingers looked small and much too dainty for the task ahead when next to his dark, straining flesh. Merlin and Morgana, he was so fecking big! She wasn't sure if he would even be able to get all the way inside her pussy when they finally got down to it, much less her mouth now!

Easing down onto her haunches, she angled him just right and wrapped her lips around the head of him, gently sucking and licking. Blaise gasped, said her name in a reverent tone that emboldened her and the last of her nervousness slid away.

His rich, delicious pre-cum spread across the length of her tongue, and a golden light flashed behind her eyelids. Its heat spread throughout her body, warm and arousing, stirring to life something powerful and wanton deep within her... In response, Blaise groaned, loud and with great satisfaction. "Fuck," he hissed and tossed his head back, riding the pleasure. "Oh, hell, that's good. Don't stop."

Leaning back on his hands, he spread his legs further apart and let her have him without resistance. Ginny took full advantage of the offer, letting the wide crest part her lips again, lapping at the rich, tempting taste of him. She could feel his lusty gaze watching her every move, could feel him throbbing harder as she sucked him down, and basked in dragging those deep moans and gasping, little sighs from him as she ran her hand up and down over his hot, engorged flesh.

He sucked a sharp breath through his teeth when she rimmed the tiny opening at the head and teased more of the luscious syrupy pre-cum from him. "Shit, what are you doing to me, love?"

Making sure you'll never forget me, either.

Sweeping her tongue over every inch of the swollen, glossy head she held in a firm grip, she dipped her head and took more of him into her, again feeling warm, electric fingers dancing along her bones as she sunk him deeper and deeper into the wet cavern of her mouth. More pre-cum spurted across her tongue like a miniature release and Blaise groaned at the eroticism of it right along with her. Honestly, she'd never heard of such a thing happening to a man, had never experienced it with any of her ex's, and yet as Blaise's thighs shook and his hips flexed, more of that luscious, addicting fluid filled her mouth. Greedily, she swallowed down each tiny blast, sucking harder to encourage more from him.

Blaise's chest pumped for air and he gasped and swore in Italian under his breath as she took him even deeper into her mouth. His cock was so hard against her stroking palm, and his balls pulsed as she took them into her other hand and rolled them, gently kneading them to inspire full release. Moaning right along with him, she pressed closer, feeling the heat rolling off him in waves as he clamped his thighs around her.

Another detonation of liquid filled her mouth, and this time it was thicker, creamier. A series of miniature ejaculations bowed his spine and stole his voice from him... And the burning, dark lust hiding just under her skin suddenly rose up, swelled to prominence, grabbed hold of her control and shook it loose, let it run free. Golden light seared her sight and burned her inside and out.

Ginny's restraint snapped.

Mine, she thought and sunk him deep into her throat, taking as much of him into her as she could.

Blaise's hips jerked upwards, forcing that last inch into her. "Oh, fuck!" He came in a magnificent explosion that had him throwing his head back and roaring. Semen spurted into her mouth, hot and salty and delicious, and she hurried to drink it all down.

Even as she swallowed the last drops from him and his body stopped seizing, her other hand cupped her throbbing, wet sex. She was close to her own orgasm, her engorged clit fluttering and throbbing with need against her fingers. All it would take was for her to thrust two fingers inside... "Nuh-uh," Blaise said, as he shuddered one last time and then relaxed. With a tired hand, he reached out and halted her arm, to prevent her from finding her release, too. "That belongs to me."

With more strength than she'd thought him capable of after such a draining climax, he pulled her up onto the bed, flipped her onto her back, and had slipped down between her legs to bury his mouth at her cunt. His tongue slid through her slick lips and latched onto the tiny nub of flesh at the top to suckle it while two of his fingers thrust into her clenching, wet depths. Golden light flashed behind her eyelids again and Ginny fought for breath, clawed at the coverlet as her body burned up like a phoenix's in summer. One rasping lick, one swipe of his thumb, one curl of his fingers and her spine arched as lightning hot pleasure slammed into her. A wail was drug from her throat as she flew into the heavens once more.

His wand was just suddenly there, tormenting her clit by vibrating against it, extending her pleasure. As her body clenched, spasmed around his fingers, she writhed against his tongue and lips, crying out for him to hold her. Ecstasy whipped through her, tearing at her senses and strangling her scream as she arched against him.

Too much, it was too much to feel all at once!

Shuddering violently, her orgasm finally reached its peak again and then she plunged over the side, first burning, then drowning as a heavy lethargy took hold of her limbs. Eventually, when her heartbeat evened out and her chest stopped pumping so hard, her body eased and she went limp. Her mind floated, disconnected, but humming in contentment.

She closed her eyes and dozed.

When she came back to herself minutes later, she was in Blaise's arms in the middle of the bed, held safely to his chest, her body still and quiet at last. She was drowsy, and clearly she'd lost a small patch of time there, but otherwise, she'd never felt better.

"Are you alright?" he asked, speaking softly to her while rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"I...think so. What happened?"

"Do you know what you did?"

Ginny thought back to what had happened, tried to make sense of it all. "Something inside me...it came awake," she finally settled on, as it was the simplest way to explain the bizarre experience.

"Had it awoken before tonight? Have you ever done that before to anyone else?"

She thought back, tried to remember anything similar ever happening to her, but couldn't recall anything even remotely close, except when she'd gripped her wand for the first time in Ollivander's and given it a whirl. She told him as much.

He sighed, and it was a heavy, meaningful sound.

"What?" she asked, beginning to feel the edges of panic taking the shine off her happy moment. "What do you know?"

He was quiet for a time before finally settling on, "Maybe it's better if I show you."

Closing his eyes, he took a deep, calming breath and seemed to be gathering his inner strength for some sort of big reveal. Ginny patiently waited for several silent moments for whatever it was he had to show her. When he stirred, her breath quickened in anticipation.

It began as tiny electrical sparks that tickled her skin. A moment later, she felt his magical aura pressing against hers, felt it greedily reaching to encompass her and how that want was barely held back by Blaise's stronger will. She felt his possessiveness, desire, and desperation calling out to her, pleading for her to respond. She felt his hunger, his need, and his abiding love for her, and it was all so beautiful and sincere, Ginny's breath caught in her chest and her vision went hot and wavy.

And then Blaise opened his eyes...and everything in her world changed forever.

Surprise and reactionary fear had her scrambling backwards, out of his embrace. She fell off the bed onto the carpeted floor, and the drop hurt her backside enough for her to pause there. Blaise—whoever or whatever he was—sat up and crawled with a lithe grace to the edge of the mattress and looked down at her from his greater height.

Gone was the lovely brown of his eyes. Now, the irises were like two pools of melted silver, slowly swirling around a solid black pupil in the centre of each. In their gaze burned a lust so powerful, it was almost monstrous. It made her flinch.

She'd seen those same eyes before: whenever Fleur, her eldest brother's girlfriend, lost her temper.

"Veela," she hissed, horrified as the pieces of their odd puzzle came together. "You're part Veela!"

He nodded. "Quarter, technically, as my mother is half and my grandmother full-blood, but I inherited some of their magic."

"You're a Sex-Wizard!" she accused, as the dark feeling in her chest that had sprung to life the moment he'd looked upon her with those alien, silver eyes, fell into her belly and threatened to make her violently ill.

"One of the very few in the world," he softly admitted.

She thought about what his revelation really meant. "No wonder you're so good at sex, and so‒" She waved at his body and felt her cheeks got hot at the memories of it. "‒so well-endowed."

He chuckled.

Ginny didn't find any of this funny, though. She dropped her head to stare at the light blue and white carpet, feeling a pit opening up inside her. She felt like a fool, an utter idiot. "No wonder I was so anxious to have you, that it was so easy for you to seduce me. You just turned on the mojo and cranked up my lust. Just like all the other girls in your life."

Blaise was off the bed and at her side in a split second. "No. No, my lioness! You're not like any other!" He reached out to her, checked himself as she flinched away, and then moved slowly and with great caution so as not to spook her. When his hand cupped her cheek, he applied gentle pressure to get her to look up at him. "You're everything to me. Everything, Ginerva. All I am exists for you. Don't you understand that yet? From the first moment we met, I was yours." Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead to hers. "And tonight I've given you all my secrets. No one else in the world knows me as you do now. I am laid bare at your feet, Red."

"Why?" she whispered, feeling her heart shake at his confession.

He sighed. "Because you are my other half."

Equal.

That bizarre golden presence deep inside that had overwhelmed her earlier returned in force now. At Blaise's confession, his acknowledgement of her place in his life, it shoved its way forward and made itself known to both of them at long last.

She felt the change as it took her, felt her eyes burn hot, knew they were no longer a simple, peasant brown, but something greater, more beautiful than ever. She felt her teeth tingle and her skin glow. Within her, an overpowering sexual hunger rose, clawed its way through her blood and her sanity, driving her towards madness and a need so undeniable that she was moving for Blaise before she could stop herself.

Veela.

"Ginny," he whispered, awed by whatever it was he was seeing in her face as she grabbed hold of his shoulders and pushed him on his arse, then rode him onto his back right there on the floor. Willingly he went, submitting to her as he'd promised he would. He held her hips and awaited her pleasure with a surrendering smile. "My Ginny."

Slanting her lips over his, she worked her tongue into his mouth, tasting him as she hadn't before. He tasted of dark wine and smooth chocolate, of cinnamon spices and fire. The Veela's sweet trap.

Blaise pulled her smooth sex over his hard cock and moaned. "I wanted to wait. To take it slow. To give you time."

"No more waiting," she told him in a husky growling voice.

"Then take me," he offered. "Make me yours."

As he slid his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, he enticed her by flicking her hard, aching nipples. Ginny arched into his palms, moaning into his mouth. While she was distracted by the lovely sensations, his magical aura glided across hers like a gentle tide coming in, calming her, giving her back her sanity. The raging, burning need to fuck him until they both expired eased, leaving behind a delicious wave of need that was wholly under her control.

She reached between them to stand up his cock, sliding the large, silken head through her slit, teasing her clit with it. Pre-cum spurted from the opening, flaring over the sensitive nub of flesh, slicking her cunt. God, that felt good! No matter its strangeness, she'd decided she loved that he did such a thing.

Fitting him to her wet, ready opening, she let gravity do the work and slowly impaled herself upon him. Coming together was both torture and ecstasy as delicate tissues parted and tender muscles were stretched. Even as aroused and slick as she'd been, it was just the right side of pain as she took an inch, then another, her body spreading open to accommodate his enormity.

Ginny was trembling, shaking as she slipped another inch. "Blaise..." she whimpered, feeling filled to the limit. "Help me."

A soft swipe of his thumbs over her nipples, a caress of his tongue across her lower lips and she was arching into him and craving his kiss again. She took his mouth, arched into his palms, and he slowly raised his hips, sliding as deep as he could go into her, taking those last few inches with practised ease. "You've got me now, love," he told her, sliding his hands to her hips and taking hold with a sure, firm grasp. Bringing his knees up behind her, he then talked her into sitting up on him and coaxed her into leaning back. "That's it," he gently crooned as she obeyed. "Now rock a little back and forth. Let me open you up."

She did as he wanted, circled her hips and felt her inner muscles finally relax in acceptance of their connectedness. Taking advantage of the position to bring her pleasure, her lover swiped his thumb across her throbbing clit with gentle pressure. A shimmering electric spark danced along her spine in response and she answered it with a loud and lusty moan.

Another blast of that lovely, hot pre-cum shot deep into her, making her shiver in delight.

"You're so fucking sexy, my lioness. You should see things from my angle," he told her, tracing around her opening, where he was snugly lodged right then. The touch inflamed her even more. "Such a pretty, pink pussy all stretched and filled with my cock." He caressed and teased her cunt with light touches, stoking the fire higher. "Can you feel me, so deep inside you, a part of you now and always?"

Ginny groaned and wiggled upon the thick stalk of flesh deep inside her. His fingers and words were driving her mad!

That answering golden heat within her flared to life once more, grabbing hold of her will and compelling her to respond to its lusty demands. She had to move, had to feel his come pouring into her, had to drown again in his taste...

Planting her hands upon his chest, she lifted her hips, felt him easing out of her, felt her pussy trembling and eager to take him back. "Oh," she gasped at the lovely sensation, leaning forward until their lips met again and the head of his cock kissed her opening. "Oh, it's perfect."

"Fuck me," he begged, and she could taste the perspiration beaded on his upper lip. "Mate me."

The words rang like a bell through her head and heart, but it was her body that answered, eagerly and fiercely, and there was no easy about it. She thrust her body back down onto his rigid length and proceeded to ride his cock, fast and relentless, with a hard desperation that granted no mercy to either of them. Blaise met her half-way, pounding upwards into her, fucking her with an equal force. Flesh slapped against flesh with the strength of her movements, and there was no breath for words as they came together, again and again, both of them gasping, thrusting, straining.

Her orgasm tore through her quickly, a white-hot ecstasy that shredded her mind and left her panting for air.

Not enough. More!

Blaise flipped them over so he was on top, split her thighs wide, and then he was hammering into her and driving her relentlessly towards another climax, and then another. Ginny held onto him, wailed through it all, her sore, wet pussy loving the burn as he sunk again and again into her, changing her in ways she'd have never imagined.

"Coming," he snarled, cupping her arse and holding her still to receive him. "Make me yours...now!"

Instinct had Ginny's mouth opening over his throat, her tongue seeking the place where the pulse was closest to the surface. Her teeth throbbed, stung as she bit down there, and it was a shock to her when she broke through his skin, tasting his blood and something else, something spicy and hot that she pumped into him.

Blaise shouted as he released, his lower body continuing to move, his hips pumping as he shot load after load of hot, creamy cum into her. He bit her then, too, on the same spot on her throat as before, breaking the skin there as well.

Golden light flashed in front of Ginny's eyes, and then silver zinged past, circled around and returned. The two collided with a supernova's force and merged, blending into each other and becoming one—a shiny and perfect mix of both elements.

Fire and rain, co-existing in the same space...like Tonge's angel.

Opposites, but equal.

As her lover pumped his hips, shooting his semen deep into her in explosion after explosion that filled her up, as her body shook uncontrollably from a final climax that had her seeing white spots behind her eyes and screaming into his shoulder until her throat felt raw, finally Ginny understood what he'd been telling her for the last half-hour...

Mine, the thing inside her howled in triumph as her jaw clamped down harder and her teeth sank deeper into his throat.

...And she knew it was true.

~.~

"I'm a Sex-Witch," she said minutes later, numbly lying in his arms on the floor. Neither of them had had the strength to rise after what had just happened. "But how? There's no Veela in my family as far as I know."

Blaise was playing with her hair again, twisting a particularly long strand over one of his fingers. "It's a maternal lineage, so it's from your mother's side. Perhaps an ancestor no one knew about or which was hushed. Your mother might not even know she's some part Veela or who might be responsible for that. Mingling with one of the Fae is actually quite common in pure-blood families, though."

"Fae?" She struggled to sit up on an elbow, her arm trembling from the effort. God, she felt so weak now! "You mean Veela are fairies?"

"They're an off-shoot. Cousins. Like hags and humans are. That's why Fae and Veela share a talent for glamour magic and have such high charisma."

"Oh, that's right," she said, remembering something about it in her classes. In truth, she wasn't a hen-wit, but she was no Hermione, either. "But if that's the case, then there are no pure-bloods, really, right?"

He shrugged one shoulder. "Most of us figured out that blood purity was a sham a few years ago."

She laid her head back down on his chest with a sigh. "So, we're all a little Veela. Why?"

"Not all pure-bloods dabble outside the pool, love."

"Yeah, who missed the mark?"

"Crabbe and Goyle."

Made sense. They were both as ugly as a case of warts and about half as smart as creeping toe fungus.

"And of those who have broken purity lines, not all of them have done so with Veela," he continued. "There are plenty of other magical beings out there, both at home and abroad, and dozens of different branches of High Fae."

"Okay, but why go there at all?" she wondered, trying to puzzle through why her mother's family would have ever married a Veela. From what she knew of the Prewetts, they were as prejudiced as all hell and didn't even acknowledge Cousin Frances, her mum's second cousin by blood who was a Squib. That was why her mum hardly ever spoke to them, and why Ginny had never met her grandparents on that side.

"Sex magic is a powerful lure, and we're a power-hungry lot," he replied with a sardonic smirk. "Just ask my mother."

Ginny considered what he'd told her of his family during the first round. There were seven children in his family...just like in hers...

Equals.

"You said you have six siblings, and you're all born to different fathers. Is that why, because your mother's a Sex-Witch?"

"Mmm," he admitted. "And she's filthy rich and powerful because of it as well. She's learned well how to use her 'gift' to serve her political and economic ambitions."

Ginny was surprised to hear that. "She controls politicians with it?"

Blaise snorted. "You didn't think Fudge lost the election two years ago on a whim, did you?" He stroked a lazy hand over her shoulder. "He was becoming too radicalized, thanks to Umbridge and her lot, which most likely was jeopardizing my mother's business interests somehow. I'll bet my last Sickle she was responsible for his replacement by Scrimgoeur."

"You know this for sure?"

"No, but I do know my mother meddles in European politics and wouldn't put it past her. Why do you think she sent me and my siblings to all three of the magical schools, rather than just to one? She uses us to get her claws into the political arena under the guise of caring about our educational standards. Making connections with the Board of Governors by pretending to be a 'concerned parent' has opened doors to her and she's taken advantage of those connections using her Veela gifts of persuasion to turn the votes of various Ministry members and ICW members to her side."

"Clever."

He grunted. "Megalomaniacal."

"Do you think that's why Fleur is with Bill?" she asked, then realised she had to explain, as she assumed Blaise knew little about her family aside from what he'd met here at school. "My eldest brother is dating a witch with a quarter Veela in her blood."

Her lover thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "I think that definitely explains the attraction between them. Fae mates are drawn to each other, and Veela are no different in that regard."

Ginny heart began pounding, as what he'd said came home to roost in her head, spurring her suspicions to the surface once more. "And us? We're mates, aren't we?"

He tilted his head to look down into her upturned face and smoothed the hair from her cheek. "Does that bother you so much?"

Reaching up, she ran her fingertips over his lips. "It's...unexpected. I had no idea. Until a few hours ago, I'd thought you'd hated me."

His lips curled against her fingers. "I'm possessive and jealous, it seems."

"We were rivals."

As if he'd plucked the thought directly from her brain, he said, "Opposites, but equal." His smirk grew. "From our wands to our House sortings. That is the very definition of a 'rival', isn't it? Two sides of the same coin."

Her eyes rounded and her mouth dropped open. "Oh, my god, you're right. I never thought of it that way!"

He rolled her onto her back, grinning with clear, naughty intent, split her thighs and eased back inside her in one smooth motion. "Even the way we fit like this. Your body taking mine. We come together, opposites but equal."

Ginny's body was sore, but having him back inside her was heavenly. She began rolling her hips, trying to entice him into moving. "I like this kind of opposition," she admitted. "Better than on a broom across a Quidditch pitch."

Blaise hummed, thrust deep, and wrung a little cry from her throat. "Me, too, love."

~.~

When the chimes rang out a little while later, they ignored them.

The persistent knock on the door, however, wasn't stopping until one of them answered it, and they both knew it.

Too exhausted and sweaty to do more than lay on the floor and stare up at the ceiling, blissed out, Ginny was useless to the cause. Seeing that, Blaise tiredly rose from the floor instead, summoned a robe and threw it on, tightening the belt, then answered the door.

She heard Malfoy ask, "So which one of you forfeited?"

"I did," her lover said at the same time she did.

From where she lay on the floor, she tilted her head back and look at Blaise upside down. He tossed her an annoyed look over his shoulder that had her giggling, then he turned back to Malfoy and insisted he'd been the one to throw the game.

The two exchanged some words, and then Blaise shut and locked the door and returned to her side.

"I've neglected your comfort," he said with some chagrin as he stared down at her in dismay, then knelt and lifted her boneless body off the floor and into his arms. He carried her the short distance to the bed and laid her down in the middle of it.

Ginny curled up on her side, her eyelids fluttering in exhaustion. "Come to bed," she said with a yawn.

A few moments later, she was snuggled into Blaise's arms, falling asleep to the sound of his strong heartbeat under her ear and the golden presence inside her purring right along with him.

TO BE CONTINUED...

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Wandlore regarding wand wood properties was taken from Pottermore (pottermore dot com - "the digital publishing, e-commerce, entertainment and news company from J.K. Rowling" which is "the global digital publisher of Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling's Wizarding World"), as well as from the Macfies Wizard Shop website (macfies dot com).

Blaise's wand is never specified in the novels, and there are no official replicas of it anywhere, so basically, I could make it anything I wanted. According to Bardwood dot com's website: "Purpleheart wood is a wood of Elemental Water. It is an exotic, tropical hardwood. It is well-suited for work with the heart chakra (it is good for emotional, as well as physical healing, for opening up the seat of compassion and generosity, and for any work involving the blood). Its color gives it attunement to the violet and ultraviolet frequencies of magick, which are those centered on control, especially over other magick." According to Macfies Wizard's Shop (macfies dot com), Purepleheart wood is known for "spirituality, divination, knowledge, healing, and protection."

Ginny's wand is only described as being of Yew wood, but its size and core are never specified in the novels. According to the HP Wikia site: "Yew wands are among the rarer kinds, and their ideal matches are likewise unusual and occasionally notorious. The wand of yew is reputed to endow its possessor with the power of life and death, which might, of course, be said of all wands; and yet yew retains a particularly dark and fearsome reputation in the spheres of dueling and all curses. However, it is untrue to say (as those unlearned in wand-lore often do) that those who use yew wands are more likely to be attracted to the Dark Arts than another. The witch or wizard best suited to a yew wand might equally prove a fierce protector of others." And according to Macfies Wizard's Shop (macfies dot com), Yew's properties are "focus, knowledge, protection, blocking unwanted forces, love, and spirituality."

Musical Selection this Chapter: "Naturally" by Selena Gomez. Lyrics are as follows…

How you choose to express yourself,
It's all your own, and I can tell…
It comes naturally.
It comes naturally.

You follow what you feel inside;
Listen to it, if you don't have to try…
It comes naturally.
Mmmmm, it comes naturally.

And it takes my breath away,
What you do so naturally.

You are the thunder and I am the lightning!
And I love the way you know who you are,
And to me it's exciting when you know it's meant to be!
Everything comes naturally…
It comes naturally when you're with me, baby.
Everything comes naturally…
It comes naturally, baby.

You have a way of moving me,
A force of nature... Your energy…
It comes naturally.
(you know it does)
It comes naturally.
Mmmm, yeah.

And it takes my breath away,
(everytime)
What you do so naturally.

When we collide, sparks fly!
When you look in my eyes it takes my breath away!

Naturally…
Everything, baby, comes naturally.