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CHAPTER SEVEN (#2): Blaise & Ginny

Hot, sticky, and greatly over-stimulated, it took Ginny three tries before she could make herself disentangle from Blaise's sweaty, slick body. Somehow, they'd ended up switching positions again, so that they'd finished this last time with her on top.

Shutting her eyes, she could see and feel her magical aura glowing with satiation. The desire to shag had been more than satisfied. Considering how sore she was, she hoped it would remain so for at least another hour or more. Seriously, could a person fuck themselves to death? She was starting to think that ridiculous urban legend might actually be possible.

"Bath," she panted, rolling off of him and groaned as every muscle in her body protested. "I'm dying for a bath."

A little more composed, Zabini wearily sat up. His neck was covered with love bruises, and there on the bend of his neck, left side, was the imprint of her teeth and evidence that she had, in fact, bitten through his skin. She had to chuckle at her handiwork there. No woman within a hundred yards would be able to ignore the fact that this wizard belonged to someone else – to her.

Wow, since when was she so possessive?

"Ask and you shall receive," he joked, and immediately to the left of the bed, there appeared a sunken, round, Roman-styled bath made of marble, complete with steamy water that already smelled of relaxing oils that were sure to ease her bruised, well-used body.

She made it to her feet and bent over to give her man a quick kiss. "You are a life-saver. Join me?"

He nodded and together, they stepped into the bath. "Oooh," she let out a contented sigh. "That feels good." Blaise grunted in agreement, adopting a position across from her so he could take her foot between his hands and begin massaging away with an expert touch. "Oh, Merlin, that's wonderful!" Lolling her head on the edge of the bath, she glanced over at him with a goofy smile. "I so love you."

Her wizard chuckled. "Do tell."

Ginny stared at him for long moments, memorizing the angles and curves of his face, neck and the bit of his torso that peeked above the water line. He really was a handsome devil, wasn't he? "Would it go to your head if I told you that I think you're hunkiest, most delicious man this side of the English Channel?"

His perfectly-white grin was perfectly wicked, too. "Not at all. In fact, I think my ego could go for a little TLC from my woman just about now, so please, tell me more about how fantastic I am."

They laughed, and she lightly, playfully kicked him under the water, careful not to hit any sensitive areas. "You're so bad."

He chuckled, and the sound shot straight to her libido, re-energizing it. "So I've been told."

"By whom?" The question was out of her mouth before she could censor it and had sounded decidedly jealous.

The way he tilted his head and carefully arranged his features told her that this was one of those subjects best left alone. But, it occurred to Ginny in the moment she'd challenged his playboy reputation that she really didn't know all that much about Blaise Zabini, in truth. They'd thrown themselves into a chemically-charged, emotionally-jarring relationship, driven by sexual hunger and biologic need and a deeply repressed set of feelings for each other, but there was still so much between them that remained undefined, unspecified. Too much was unknown.

His fingers never stopped massaging her foot, but his gaze shifted away from her face, and down to what his hands were doing instead. "Do you really want to know?"

Ginny seriously contemplated that. Did she truly want him to divulge how many women and men he'd bedded? She knew of at least eight, not including herself. Was the number higher? How could it be, as he was only seventeen-years old? When had he started having sex anyway? Oh, wait - he'd told her that, hadn't he? At the age of thirteen, he'd been raped in the men's showers by two blokes. But surely he hadn't become fully sexually-engaged after that with others... had he?

"Ginevra?"

He was waiting for her decision, and the moment felt thick with tension. Her neck cricked with it.

"Is it a lot?" she finally managed, forcing her gaze to meet his again.

Her lover's dark, whisky-brown eyes didn't flinch as he slowly nodded.

Inside her chest, her heart skipped two beats. "More than the eight I know of?"

Another careful nod.

Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, she wet her lips with a quick swipe of her tongue and stared off to the side. Treacherous curiosity burned out her brain. "How many men?" That seemed a safer place for her to start; she didn't feel quite so threatened with the idea of him fucking men for some bizarre reason.

He was quite a moment longer. Counting his conquests, the niggling voice in her brain snarked.

"I've had intercourse with six different men, two of whom made me participate against my will," he confessed. "I've also had multiple partner sex with blokes involved, but didn't touch them – only the girls."

Ginny's blood pounded in her temples. "Multiple partner? As in a threesome?"

"A few threesomes, and one orgy of seven people."

Her jaw hit the floor. "O-o-orgy?" She blinked and said the first thing that came to mind. "Was it all male action?"

Blaise laughed. "No. Not all men."

She bit her bottom lip. "So, how many girls?"

He cleared his throat behind his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, stalling. A quick glance at her, and then he looked a bit chagrined. "Over twenty, but less than twenty-five."

Ginny angled her neck and gave him her best, "you'd better spit it out, buddy" look.

"Twenty-two," he admitted, rolling his eyes. "Happy?"

No, she really wasn't. That was way more than eight. His number required five whole hands to count out for Merlin's sake! "Thrilled," she deadpanned, her eyes going flat. A new thought occurred to her then and that same, prickly inquisitiveness took over her mouth once more. "You haven't done anyone who's playing the game tonight, aside from me, have you?"

The wariness was back in his handsome face. "Ginevra..."

He didn't want to tell her. That meant that he had. Who? Everyone was suddenly suspect. Had Blaise fucked Ron, Harry and Hermione, too? She shook her head, removing her foot from his grasp and sat up straight in the tub, her tone and features firm. "If we're to make this work between us, Zabini, I want complete honesty from you. I know that goes against everything Slytherin stands for, but let's just say that I'm not the type who handles surprises well. I'd rather have to deal and suck it up now, than have the truth of one of your illicit liaisons come back at me later."

Blaise raised an eyebrow at her. "It's a little late for the big 'IF' now, kitten. We're mated. No backing out, I'm pretty sure."

"All the more reason to tell me the whole truth," she stubbornly pushed back. "I've got my 'big girl pants' on. I can handle it."

He rubbed a wet hand over his forehead, eyes and mouth, cupping his chin, and gave a deep sigh. "I've fucked two of the girls. One of the guys in game was involved in that orgy, but he didn't let me touch him in that way; we just shared the girls and I fucked the other guy. And... and I've sexually messed around with one of the guys in the game, but we didn't have sex."

Ginny worked at keeping her face neutral. It took several moments to get the trick down, but she knew there was absolutely nothing she could do about how red her cheeks were. "Did you shag 'Mione? Did you mess with my brother or Harry?"

Blaise firmly shook his head. "None of the above."

Unconsciously, she let go of the breath she'd been holding, as well as some of the anger. Anyone else she could handle, but not those three. They were family (even Harry, to whom she'd lost her virginity, and since then felt more brotherly towards than anything else). "Tell me, please." A lot of the bluster had gone out of her indignation, and it carried through in her tone of voice.

Blaise looked away, his face tightening up in discomfort. "The witches, I don't care if you know – Pansy and Lavender. The bloke in the orgy - the one I didn't touch was Finnigan." He paused and his jaw clenched, and once again, Ginny could see the jealousy flare in his eyes. Shaking his head, he ran a hand over his shaved head. "The other guy I messed around with... Gin, I forced him with my powers, accidentally. It was right after they manifested and I didn't have any control. It wasn't his fault." He put his hand over his eyes, shading them. "I don't want him hurt again by what happened. Swear to me you'll never tell another living soul and I'll give you his name and explain it."

Ginny crossed the water to his side and took his free hand in hers. "Blaise, I swear to you I will never reveal anything you tell me tonight unless you say it's all right to do so."

Nodding, accepting her promise, he looked so forlorn when he dropped the hand over his face. "It was Theo. We were thirteen. It happened only hours after Malfoy found me in the showers and helped me back to my room to recover from what Bole and Derrick had done to me. Theo had the misfortune of entering our dorm room right when my powers woke up. I... bloody hell, Gin, I all but raped him!" Blaise's face and tone confirmed his inner torment over the incident. "The messed up part is he didn't know. He'd thought it was just natural lust – normal teen hormones or some shite. He didn't guess I'd enthralled him against his will." His dark, wounded eyes had standing tears in them. "He was an innocent in every way, and I took practically everything from him that afternoon. The only reason I stopped and didn't fuck away his virginity was because I was afraid of going all the way again after the... incident... in the showers. I would have done the same thing to him that Bole and Derrick had done to me if I hadn't chickened out." His voice hitched on a sob, and he drew her into his embrace for a comforting hug. "So, when I tell you that Theo is like a brother to me, you'll hopefully understand why I'm more ashamed of what I did to him that day than anything I've ever done, Ginevra - and I've done some pretty fucking depraved things over the last five years."

What could she say to such a confession? How awful it would be to take advantage of another person using these powers they both harboured inside themselves. The call for her to couple with Blaise after he'd awoken her Veela-Sex Witch within had been all-consuming and uncontrollable. How would she feel if she'd done something like that to Hermione? The idea made her shudder. Her best girlfriend would never trust her again, and she knew she'd never be able to trust herself again, either. Such doubt would be crippling to her self-respect.

Gently caressing his back and neck, she held her man to her, unconcerned now of things as petty and shallow as the names of his exes and which ones might have a better rack than her. Some things just weren't as important in the grand scheme. "Blaise, the past is just that. Neither of us can change it. I've done some things I'm not proud of either." Breaking Harry's heart had been a big regret that came to mind, followed very closely by him finding out about one of his best mates, Seamus, shagging her rotten up against a wall not more than a month later and hurting him all over again. "But I don't think any differently of you. This... thing... inside of us both, it's so incredibly powerful. Hell, I bloody well shagged us both raw when I woke up an hour ago, and I know the sexual energy within me isn't even half as strong as yours – I can feel it." She kissed his cheek, his jaw, working her way towards his lips. "What happened between you and Theo... it was against your will, too. I don't think you could have done anything to stop it, especially not at thirteen and just having survived being raped by two older men so brutally."

Blaise was shaking against her, as if he was in shock and cold, and yet his flesh was burning hot around her. "It took me a very long time to learn to control this," he admitted. "A professional Sex-Witch had to teach me, and I had to learn in secret. I couldn't let anyone know – not my parents or siblings, not the teachers, not other students, and none of the lovers I've taken since. Not even my best friends know the truth. I've kept it from Theo. I let him think it had just been two horny teens going at their first exploration together. I've lied to them all, even as I've used this power to get what I wanted - needed."

He leaned back, his hands absently rubbing the wings of her shoulders upon her back. "Ginevra, you should know the whole truth: you're going to need sexual satisfaction on a regular basis now, too. I'm not sure how frequent for you that'll be, but for me, it had to be every couple of days. Sometimes a quick shag will work, but more often than not, it'll be long sessions of constant fucking until you're thoroughly sated. The Veela within is a very physical being that feeds off the sexual energy of others. It will drive you to seek out satisfaction, and if you deny it, it begins to hurt." He placed his forehead to hers and stared at her with all sincerity. "You must come to me if you feel it stirring. Anywhere, any time, I'll give you what you need to keep you from hurting yourself and others. Agreed?"

She nodded. "Is that why you took multiple lovers?"

He shut his eyes, nodding and swallowed heavily. "I've occasionally had to spread the taking around amongst two or more people if I denied the need for too long. If I hadn't, I could have seriously hurt or even killed a partner."

A sickening feeling of dread settled in her stomach. "K-killed? But... I don't understand. My sister-in-law is a quarter Veela and she's never seemed to have any issues." Her brow furrowed as a bizarre thought occurred. "Of course, I haven't really been around her and Bill much since they got married last year. Come to think of it - they spend most of their time cooped up at their home and don't go out very often..."

Blaise tilted his head as if to say, 'that would be expected.' "Veela are related to Vampires and to a smaller degree, Dementors, Gin. Vamps take blood, Dementors steal the life force of the soul, and Veela feed on sexual energy. All do it with a unique type of 'kiss.' It's possible to seriously injure, perhaps even kill someone if you go too long without intercourse and then try to use a single person to compensate, as you could literally drain all of the energy from a person without meaning to, causing their heart to stop. That's why Sex-Witches and Warlocks – the human prodigy of Veela that are magically-inclined – are monitored by the Ministry."

"Monitored? Wait, I'll have to register myself?" Her heart went into panic mode, tripling in speed. Everyone in the world would know what she was! Oh, no, No, NO!

Blaise shook his head quite firmly. "Neither of us is ever registering. Not if I can help it. I won't let us be put out like freaks on parade for the world to abuse or ridicule." He held her tightly to him again. "You're my mate. No one else will ever touch you or hurt you again. I'll kill any who try."

A related thought entered her mind then: "My parents aren't registered, are they?"

"Probably not," he conceded with a light shrug. "The news would have gotten around and you'd have known already. It's hard to keep a lid on gossip, and people can be cruel about this topic. That, despite the fact they all wish they could have a go with a Sex-Witch or Sex-Warlock, just for the novelty - hypocrites, the lot of them." He sighed in resigned weariness. "My mother's registered in Italy. She and her Sex-Warlock lover are getting married in December. They're both licensed sex trainers. It gives them some measure of respectability, I suppose, but only because they turn their bodies over to the instructional trade of sex-craft. For instance, I know Daphne went to see them last summer. Greengrass doesn't have the gift, but she wanted to learn techniques. Others go to them to help them control their hereditary powers once they awaken. Because my mum does things like that, no one openly says nasty things about her. I know they talk behind their hands when she walks in a room, though, even acknowledged as she is as a 'professional educator' by the Ministry."

Ginny thought hard about the ramifications of her Sex-Witch status, and what her future might hold for her now that her family's dirty, little secret was finally revealed through her 'awakening.' What should she say to her parents when she saw them in a week for Ron's commencement? Should she confront them about her early transition? What about her brothers - were any of them like her? And beyond next Saturday, what then? Hell, would these newfound powers affect her future career aspirations? What about her want for a family someday of her own?

As she paused to consider that last thought, an astonishing revelation came to her then: she and Blaise had bonded in some weird magical ritual tonight that she could feel had settled itself deep in her bones, her mind, and her very soul. He'd called her 'mate,' and she'd dubbed him the same. They'd marked each other with teeth and sealed the bargain in a shared bloodletting. In effect, he was now her...

"Husband," she muttered, feeling like she was being suffocated all over again.

Holy. Shite.

In one night, she'd gone from being boyfriend-less, several months celibate, and a normal teen witch worrying about grades, her awful periods and the horror of awakening to a pimple to being forever mated to a man she'd been terrified of not less than eight hours ago, and discovering that she wasn't quite as human as she'd always believed – that her parents had lied her whole life about their family origins. She was now a social pariah, and would have to hide the truth from the Ministry. Did that make her an outlaw?

Oh, Godric!

"Breathe, my lioness," Blaise concernedly instructed her, loosening his grip around her to give her some space as she thoroughly hyperventilated. "Slow, deep breaths, that's it."

A few minutes later, and with the help of his calming voice and soft caresses, her panic attack slowly subsided.

"Okay, I think I just officially wigged myself out," she forced herself to think about the situation rationally, repeating the mantra that helped her out of many a bad emotional spot before: WWHD – what would Hermione do? After all, her friend was one of the most practical, intelligent women she knew, and if anyone could find the silver lining to storm clouds in the sky, it was Hermione Granger. Ginny would just have to try to emulate her friend in this situation. "Right. We're mated. I'm only sixteen - almost seventeen, but... it's done. No taking it back, like you said. And yeah, it happened really fast, but... funny - I don't regret any of it. What's happening with us is mind-blowing... and hot... and the best thing I've ever felt in the whole of my life." She peeked through her lashes up at him. "You don't regret it, though, do you? You should tell me now. I'll probably rip your bollocks off if you do say you regret it, but I'd eventually understand... someday. All right, maybe not. Maybe I just..."

She knew she was warbling like a Christmas goose trying to avoid the axe man, but couldn't seem to put a cork in it, her mind rioting at a million miles a second. Blaise put a stop to her foolishness by simply swooping in and capturing her lips in a scorching kiss, effectively cutting her off. Her lover's golden aura rose up around her again, permeated through her skin and straight into her core, stroking her desire into a blazing frenzy in seconds. Against her hip, he grew incredibly hard, and between her thighs, her arousal burned, renewed in its fervour.

Lifting her easily in the water, he had her turned and bent over the edge of the tub and her legs spread wide in a straightforward series of moves. Slowly, he worked his thick cock through the swollen, tight layers of her channel, entering her a bit, pulling back until only the tip of him was inserted and then pushing in a little further. Her sore, tired body loved every moment of being opened back up by him. "Yes, yes!" she all but pleaded, tilting her hips back to give him a better angle. "Go deep."

He accommodated her request with several more thrusts, finally burying himself to the hilt in her snug pussy with a low groan that vibrated through the room. Instead of slamming into her, as she so desperately wanted, however, he stilled.

"Accio wand," he commanded, and as his magic reached out and fulfilled his request, there was the slap of his wood hitting his hand. Immediately, he cast the C&D Charm upon her with his wand. "No accidents, love," he cited as he lay the rod down on the edge of the bath. "Now, grip the edge and hold on," he bid her, and when she complied, he gave her the pounding of her life.

It hurt so good! She was crying out in long, wailing moans for him in no time. "Blaise... oh, Blaise! Godric, so amazing! More, more! Faster!"

Her first orgasm swept her away the moment his pace increased, and he stilled within her, his heavily panting breath blasting across her spine, giving her electric chills to go along with the lightning ecstasy that pulsed through her womb. She mumbled incoherent words of amazement and pleasure, her legs and arms uncontrollably quaking, her heart an out of control monster raging in her chest.

When the tremors finally ceased, he leaned over her, pressing his chest to her back, his mouth to her ear. "In case you didn't get the message: no, I don't regret making you mine."

Tears of joy and fear for this beautiful, new thing between them wavered before her, fell down her cheeks. She sobbed with the overwhelming emotions within her breast, struggling with the words to convey her feelings to him. "I love you. I... Godric, I... Blaise..."

He gently moved his hips as he spoke, tenderly stroked her aura with his, working her arousal back up. "I'm going to fuck and love you every single day for the rest of our lives, Ginevra." He kissed her shoulder, working towards her throat. "My sweet..." He kissed over the bite mark he'd left earlier, causing shivers throughout her body. "Tempestuous..." He licked the spot on her neck at the same time as two of his fingertips – pre-moistened and slick - rimmed her back entrance, tickling it, making her insides clench with tight need. "Lioness." Biting down on her throat, he restated his claim upon her, piercing her small, ringed hole with his wet fingers and shoving them in all the way, even as his hips jerked hard against her once more. He filled her up and fucked her just like that, his fingers moving at the same pace as his shuttling cock.

The experience was incredible, the sensations inexplicable, shattering. It took only a minute, and Ginny orgasmed with a scream of ecstasy. In that moment, the girl she had been was gone, swept away by the hurricane of an emotional bonding that transcended their age, their experience levels, and what society might think of them. "I'm your mate," she loudly proclaimed, finally believing it, understanding what it meant – including the ultimate repercussions: there would be no one else touching her like this. Blaise was it for her.

He groaned in pleasure at her words; they tipped him over the edge, in fact. He exploded into her, filled her with his seed again... again... and again. Each surge flooded her, until his excess come dripped down his length, combined with her essence.

Collapsing back into the tub together, both shaking with the intensity of their coupling, they clung to each other for an anchor. Sore, exhausted, Ginny turned slightly in his lap and pressed her mouth to the mark she'd given him earlier, biting down on it again, needing to reassert her claim, too.

Blaise chuckled and held her close, tilting his head to give her unfettered access. "Yes, kitten, I'm all yours, too."

"Bloody right," she whispered in his ear once she'd pulled her mouth away, "you're mine, Zabini. No more girls... or blokes - unless we both agree, that is."

He snuggled down into the water and pressed his lips to the top of her head. "I suppose this means I'm going to have to have a talk with your father now."

Ginny's sigh of contentment turned into a panicked gasp and she quickly sat straight, meeting his eye. "He and mum are going to go mad over all of this! And my brothers!" She groaned. "If you thought Ron was overprotective, you've never met Bill or Charlie." Slapping a hand over her eyes, she sighed. "Let's just elope."

Her lover went very still quite suddenly, and she could feel his aura tremble with emotion. Peeking through her fingers at him, she wondered what was up.

"Is... is that a 'yes,' then?" he croaked, clearing his throat.

She dropped the hand away from her face, confused by the question. A 'yes' to what exactly? He hadn't asked her...

Oh.

OH!

Um... Well, shite, it wasn't like he'd had to ask. They'd already bonded! How much more permanent an arrangement could you get? Still, it was nice to know he was nervous about her rejecting his proposal for marriage, even though he technically hadn't asked it outright. Should she make him?

His dark eyes were intensely locked onto her and she could feel his need to squirm as the seconds ticked by and she didn't answer. He remained perfectly still, however, his Slytherin discipline firmly in control. It didn't prevent him looking anxiously vulnerable, however. Such boyish charm got her all hot and bothered again.

Well, the question was simple then: WWHD?

She'd show some compassion for such clear misery, and throw him the bone.

"Yes, of course. Any time after August eleventh, though," she reminded him of her not-quite-legal age. "Otherwise, someone in my family might hex you to death."

The answer came so easily, it just slid off her tongue, as if it had been scripted.

The angles in his face relaxed, his gaze softened, and he let out a breath that he'd been apparently holding. Reaching up to brush aside a stray bit of hair that clung to her damp forehead, he let his fingers wander down her cheek, touching her with great affection.

"Then I'll have that talk with your father this next week," he promised her.

And just like that, Ginny had herself a fiancé.

TO BE CONTINUED...

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Music Selection for this Chapter: "Caught In A Moment" by Sugarbabes. Lyrics are as follows...

Your stare swallows me ,
and I can hardly breathe.
I feel it's dangerous...
Could be deadly...
Somehow, I'm willing to do the things you want.

Take me in your arms,
spoon-feed my heart and...

Drip by drip,
I'll take it all.
Sip by sip,
I guess that it's
make or break.
Boy, here and now.

We're caught in a moment,
and I won't let it go.
I am falling deeper, losing my control.
Involved in a feeling,
like the blink of a eye...
and the silence it belongs to you and I.

Broke through barriers,
and passed a state of mind.
I'm not scared no more.
It feels divine.
So, take me in,
and catch me when I fall.
I'm waiting on the edge.
Uncut my soul.

Snip by snip,
I'm oozing it.
Bit by bit,
I'm taking it.
Step by step.
Boy, here and now.

We're caught in a moment,
and I won't let it go.
I am falling deeper, losing my control.
Involved in a feeling,
like the blink of a eye...
and the silence it belongs to you and I.

Secretly I let it slip.
Emotional, I fall through it.
All I know I'm losing my control.
Way too far, and there's no turning back.
And now I'm shedding all my fears.
I know, I know...

We're caught in a moment,
and I won't let it go.
I am falling deeper, losing my control.
Involved in a feeling,
like the blink of a eye...
and the silence it belongs to you and I.