A/N: Oh look, another chapter I found laying around... ;D It's short, but it makes me smile. Things in my personal life are kinda all over the place, but who knows, maybe one day I'll write some more. In the mean time every once in a while I check my email and see a review or a follow or a favorite and I get all cheery and decide to find another chapter to post. ^^
Chapter 22: Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow
The way one of his fingers caressed the flesh just below her ear – she felt a pleasant shudder go through her as goosebumps spread over her skin. Blaise was a good kisser. A damn good kisser. He was so responsive – it was like each tiny movement was an entire sentence, and they were just communicating so well.
Not that… it wasn't that Ginny was turned on by the thought of communication. It was more like he picked up on exactly what she wanted, and made it clear what he wanted, so they were both… there really wasn't a way to explain it that didn't sound like a business merger. Except that it was hot. She was starting to feel that little swell of warmth in her belly, that drive to keep going, to do more, to get closer-
She had just wrapped her arms around his neck, arching herself into him, when he pulled away, and she let out a slight whine.
They were both breathing heavily. Ginny's lips were tingling pleasantly, and she was tempted to put on another coat of lip balm, but she didn't want to let go of him. Not if she could get more of what she'd just had.
"Ginny…"
She realized it was the first time he'd said her name. She scrunched up her nose, raising a brow incredulously. It didn't sound right coming from him. She liked when he called her Red. It felt so risky and different – and playful, too. Like some secret code.
He was sharing her incredulous look, but it was touched with amusement and seemed to be over her adorably scrunched face, not his words. "As fun as this is, we don't have all the time in the world," he mused in a murmur, and Ginny delighted in the way his voice rumbled where their chests touched.
She sighed, wistfully, which only made him smile more, his expression pointedly teasing as she pouted. She'd never really been much of a pouter, but the Slytherin brought out her petulant side. "Why, though?" She whined, tracing a fingertip from the nape of his neck around and down until she hit the collar of his shirt, just below his clavicle. The way he tensed up was enough to make her smirk, and his darkened gaze made it clear he knew what she was trying and it wasn't going to work.
"You still have detention," he reminded her. He still hadn't let go of his hold on her. To Ginny, that was a clear sign that she could still win this argument. That was, until; "And I don't think Snape would be too happy to find us snogging on his desk."
Her eyes widened in surprise as she realized just where they were, and she jerked upright – as best she could, as he was still holding her firmly to him. "Blaise," she whined, and he let go, with a cocky smirk. She backed up and made an exaggerated shivering motion. "Ew, I can't believe I just- ick," she pulled a face, looking at the desk.
The black-haired boy put on a melodramatic look of hurt, "Really?" When she rolled her eyes, raising an eyebrow in a look that clearly said, 'you know what I mean,' his grin returned. He stood and took the couple of steps to her, wrapping his arms around her again and kissing the top of her head. "I'm sure you'll recover."
She looked up at him and bit her lip. She just wanted to kiss him again, but he was right – they didn't have the time to do this all night. When she saw Blaise's eyes flick down to her lips, she had to grin wickedly, her own arms snaking around his waist. So he liked when she bit her lip. She'd keep that in mind. "How will I ever entertain myself without you…" she teased him in a purr, maneuvering to nibble the base of his neck.
The small groan he let out was complete validation, as was the way he reluctantly let go of her. She was too much of a temptation, she realized, with a mischievous smile.
"I'm sure you'll think of something, Red." His use of the nickname made her brighten a bit. But she didn't let go of him. There was a question that hung in the air, practically palpable.
Finally, Ginny voiced it. "When will I see you again?" She tried not to sound needy. Or clingy. Or desperate. She tried not to sound even interested, but that was hard to hide.
Blaise looked down at her, a curious look on his face. Finally, he shrugged, unlatching her arms from around his waist. "We'll just have to see." There was the ghost of a smirk on his lips as he dropped one hand and kissed the other (earning him a scoff from the redhead), before he dropped that as well, backing toward the door.
She leaned back against the front row table as she watched him leave, shaking her head. He was an odd one. "Goodnight, Zabini," her tone was cheeky, almost sarcastic, but it just earned her a wider smirk.
"Goodnight, Red."
