WARNING: Adult situations… sexual content and so on.

Chapter 8:

Draco was angry. An angry Draco had been known to be almost as bad as a bored Draco, but just a touch more frightening. Ginny had pushed him and Blaise away for the last time.

He waited for her to come trudging past his hiding spot in an alcove off the main hall, silent and still and seething over the fact that Malfoys did not hide. Yes, they snuck about, but that was an entirely different matter altogether.

Spotting Ginny's unmistakable mane of red hair, Draco tensed, grabbing her arm as she walked past, and pulling her into his chest as he muttered a silencing and concealing spell.

"What?!" Ginny spun, off-balance, out of Draco's arms and almost hit the wall before he caught her again. Struggling against his larger form out of panic, she had her fingers curled into claws before she registered who her 'attacker' was.

"Draco?" She squinted her bright blue eyes against the darkness of the space, trying to make out his strong, aristocratic features framed by the shock of his silvery-blonde hair.

"Oh, so you do remember my name. How lovely, no need for small talk." His drawl was more than distinctive, and she winced at the hard edge in his voice, an edge that she had not heard since before her sixth year.

"What do you want?" She asked wearily, feeling her way along the wall, a sense of panic setting in as she couldn't figure out how to get out of the small space.

Draco folded his arms across his chest, and braced his shoulder against a stone wall, a haughty look on his face. His silver eyes never left her small face, glowing white in the darkness, "What do I want? Oh, where to begin."

He shoved himself away from the wall, and moved closer to her, her eyes taking in his graceful movements, while attempting to back away. That attempt was slightly hindered by the wall at her back, and she hit it with a soft "Ooff."

Placing each of his hands on the wall beside her head, Draco leaned down so that they were face to face, "I want… the newest Firebolt. I want Harry 'boy-who-gives-me-heartburn-with-his-very-existence' Potter to disappear permanently. I want my mother's chocolates."

His voice fairly dripped with sarcasm, his eyes glinting in the darkness like ice.

"Draco…" She spoke hesitantly, feeling so out-of-sorts and awkward, her mouth dry, "Draco, let me go."

"Oh, I don't think so, Red." She recoiled slightly at the sound of the once-tender nickname that was spat at her, "We need to have a few more words."

"I don't have anything to say!"

"Well, I do, so that works out rather well." He leaned even closer, and she shrank back, frantically looking for an exit. "Now, where was I? Ah, what do I want…"

"I want Blaise to be happy. I want Blaise. I want to not be on the Dark Lord's side, though the idea of being on the Order's side is no better. And I want you… rather, I wanted you."

Ginny stared at him, amazed to hear Draco speaking so honestly, despite the anger behind his words, hurt at his last sentence.

"I wanted you." He reiterated, "I wanted you when you were the feisty redhead that I met in Diagon Alley that was able to take on Blaise and me, and not take any bullshit. You are no longer that person. You're a shell."

Ginny flinched as he spoke, hearing the truth, and yet hating him for it. Hating him for not understanding…

"You don't understand!" She spoke quietly, intensely, "You can't understand."

"I don't understand?" He arched a pale eyebrow at her, his eyelids swooping down to half-mast, concealing what he was thinking, and giving him an oddly sensual appeal, "At what point was I not there? I was there when you got pregnant. I was there when you went through having McGonagall lecture you. I was there when Blaise refused to consider a certain option that I understand you were fully considering. I was there when you were in the hospital wing, I was there when you lost the baby."

"That's not the same." Ginny's cheeks flushed with heat as she glared up at Draco, hating the tears that she could feel gathering in the corners of her eyes, feeling like she was showing far too much vulnerability in the face of Draco's uncaring.

"Oh, so because it was not my body, I have no idea? Do you think of me that cold? I love you. I would have loved the baby. Blaise loves you, as well as the baby. We had just as much to do with it's inception as you."

Ginny brought her hands up to cover her face, now crying steadily. Draco's voice was low and urgent, and he would not let her get away. He pried her hands away, his eyes again catching her own gaze, uncaring at the tracks of moisture running down each cheek.

"This is the last time that I am going to seek you out, Weasley." He pronounced coolly, staring down at her intently, "The next move is yours to make, but make it soon. I do not make it a habit of waiting."

With that, he turned in a swirl of black robes, and held up his wand with a clear "Finite Incantatum."

Ginny sank down to her knees, feeling numb from the exchange. Gasping for air, she wrapped her arms around herself, rocking. It hurt… it hurt so much… and she was tired of hurting. So tired.

The first couple of tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes with what looked to be painful effort, but then it was as if she had opened the flood gate. Ginny sobbed, truly sobbed, for all that she had lost, all that she had thrown away, her fingers frantic against her own face, trying to wipe away the trails, trying to stop.

"No…" She shook her head, "nonononono…" The tears continued, soaking through her fingers, trailing down her neck.

Ginny remained in the alcove until her tears turned painful, the wet drying into her skin, her eyes hurting to even the slight light. She hiccupped, trying to get herself under control, slowly realizing the cold from the stone floor seeping into her skin uncomfortably through her uniform and robe.

She felt like a fool, sitting here, in a cold alcove, crying her heart out. It was time to get her life in order.

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Luna whistled as she skipped down the long hallway to the astronomy tower, looking forward to having Theo to herself for the first time in weeks. Having a secret relationship was not exactly to her liking, but it hadn't been her decision really.

Yelping as she was suddenly pulled back against a warm male body, Luna turned to face him as he lifted the silky invisibility cloak over her with a seductive smile.

"How long have you been following me?" She asked conversationally, wrapping her arms around his waist, and reaching up to kiss his jaw.

"Since around the nargle-proofing of the Ravenclaw table. You really are one barmy bird." He answered, his fingers moving with to ease her tie out of the way and unbutton her white blouse, anxious for the feel of her smooth skin.

Luna shivered as he stroked her almost reverently, his fingers light on her hot skin. "I'm the barmy one? You're the one who follows me around in an invisibility cloak for kicks."

"Oh, and what kicks they are." His eyes found hers, glinting with mischief as he lowered himself carefully to his knees, being careful to not catch the cloak and pull it off.

"Nott… What are you doing?" Luna's voice sharpened as he reached up her skirt, pulling down the silky knickers that he found there.

"I'm taking your pants off." He shoved them into his pocket, and ducked his head under the plaid material that still hid her. Breathing in the smell of aroused female, Theo nudged her legs apart, settling comfortably between them.

Luna stared up, seeing the shadowy recesses of the ceiling through the sheer cloak, and resolutely thought of England. That lasted until Theo used his teeth to great success.

Plunging his index finger into her wet depths, Theo grinned as she gasped above him, her hands finding the top of his head through her skirt and holding on tightly. He latched on to the sensitive nub at the top of her slit, alternating between licking her with the flat of his tongue, and rubbing with the tip of it, driving her wild.

Luna clamped one of her hands to her mouth, spotting students passing by the entrance of the secluded hallway in the distance, and determined to not make a sound.

Feeling the wetness that was now flooding his mouth and coating his hands, plus her shaking, slender thighs, Theo added another finger to join the first, and rubbed his teeth along her clit, determined to make her scream. Her inner walls were starting to pulse against his invading digits, and he reluctantly pulled away, standing up to stare down at her highly flushed face once again.

"Enjoy?" Arching a dark eyebrow at her, he smirked as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and delicately wiped at his mouth and chin, her juices having completely covered his skin.

Luna stared at him in disbelief, quivering in unfulfilled lust, quite speechless. Her hand, which had fallen to her side as he had stood, seemed to move with a will of it's own to pull her skirt up, and dive under to try to relieve the ache that Theo had left.

Moving quickly, he grabbed her wrist, grinning as he heard her cry out in anger at his actions as he pulled her hand to rest on his chest before capturing the other one. "Naughty Luna…"

"Theo." Her voice was a warning, full of anger, frustration, and tension, and if possible, his grin simply widened further.

"Yes, my sweet?" His look of exaggerated innocence did not go unnoticed, even in Luna's current… delicate state.

She growled at him, before her hands found his zipper, sliding inside before he could stop her. Theo threw his head back, gasping as her slender, cool fingers wrapped themselves around his length, stroking firmly.

Again, he grabbed her hand, pulling it off of his skin, smirking at her again. "Not yet. Follow me."

She only registered that he was walking away about a moment before the invisibility cloak would have exposed her to the coolness of the hallway. Grasping the gaping sides of her shirt together over her chest, she grabbed hold of the back of his flowing robes, lengthening her stride to keep up with his faster pace.

So, maybe a secret relationship did have a few perks….

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Something did not add up, and Blaise didn't know how to make the numbers do what he wanted. Zabini Incorporated had been the brainchild of his, admittedly, brilliant father. With Morley Zabini gone, however, the company was held in trust for Blaise, the heir, but his mother, the trustee, and she was rather reluctant to give up any semblance of control.

While Draco had been having classes for years in preparation for his role in Malfoy Enterprises at the instigation of his mother, Blaise had no knowledge of even what his father's company did. The report sitting in front of him was care of a former Slytherin who had graduated when he had been in second year.

Marius Anderson was now working in the accounting department as an intern at Zabini Incorporated, due to Blaise pulling what little rank he could. Because of this, Marius was now firmly in Blaise's corner, and was concerned at what he had seen in the profit and loss statement for the third quarter. So concerned, that he had owled over a package for Blaise to see.

Making a note to owl Marius to thank him for his underhanded sleuthing in the accounting department, Blaise leaned his head back against his headboard, and tried to figure out why he had such a bad feeling about what he had seen.

Zabini Incorporated's profits were done from what had been expected, but that wasn't too strange… Marius had also included a report on some new technology, and the testing results, and everything seemed very in order. Blaise couldn't figure out why that had been included, but he guessed it was important in some way.

He carefully put the papers back together, and placed them on the bedside table to decide what to do with later. Blaise's first instinct was always to talk to Draco, but he hesitated for the first time in well… ever.

Blaise always leant on Draco, and Draco could handle it, but still he hesitated. It was time to start taking responsibility for himself about the big stuff. And technically, Malfoy Enterprises was a competitor through many of the smaller firms that they owned to Zabini Incorporated.

No. It was time for Blaise to look elsewhere for his business advice, it was time to dissolve anything to do with business between them. From here on, it had to be strictly… pleasure… or there would be major problems in the future.

And then there was the problem of Ginny. What to do about their erstwhile redhead. He was fed up with her behavior at this point. She seemed to be doing everything possible to pretend that they had never met. Draco was quite possibly in an even worse mood over the whole thing.

The two Slytherins were not, by nature, patient. It was quite the stretch for them not to do anything. But Padma had given him good advice, and he would stick by it.

The door banged open, announcing his blonde lover's arrival with force. Draco certainly knew how to make an entrance on occasion.

He nodded a greeting to Blaise as he threw his robe over a chair, settling himself beside him on the large bed.

"What are you doing?" Draco murmured as he leaned up to kiss Blaise's jaw.

Nodding to the papers next to the bed, Blaise worked at releasing Draco's silvery hair from the leather thong that held it confined. "Work."

"You?" Draco arched his eyebrow at the other man, shifting his larger body to partially cover Blaise.

"It happens."

"Not often." They lay in silence for a long moment, before Draco offered, "Would you like any help?"

"I'll let you know." Blaise answered evasively.

Silence reigned once more, both males luxuriating in each other's presence and warmth in the dungeon room that still felt cool despite the fire raging in the corner.

"I went to see Ginny." Draco admitted in a low voice, shocking Blaise into sitting up to stare down at him, "You did?"

"Yes."

"How did it go?"

Draco shrugged noncommittally, preferring not to share the details of what had been said. Feeling Blaise's mind graze his own with the softest of touches, Draco threw up his guards quickly. Their eyes caught and held, Blaise curious, but knowing what would happen if he tried it again.

"Well, let me know…" Blaise closed his eyes, not wanting to see the familiar, yet currently blank silver-grey orbs at that moment. He lay back down, putting some distance between them.

Growling lightly under his breath, Draco lunged forward to capture Blaise's lips with his own, his tongue instantly seeking entrance between them. Blaise lay motionless, not resisting, but not helping Draco in his rough efforts.

Draco pulled away, staring down at Blaise, his fingers finding the front of Blaise's uniform, working on the green and silver tie that lay haphazardly at his neck, pulling it free from his collar.

Blaise looked up into Draco's eyes, searching, but not finding what he was looking for. Draco put his mouth to the side of Blaise's neck, finding the sensitive pale skin there and worrying it between his teeth. Sighing, Blaise anchored his fingers into Draco's light hair, holding him in place as he maneuvered his hand down to the catch on Draco's slacks.

Shifting his hips up to allow greater access, Draco trailed hot kisses across the strong muscles of Blaise's neck, sucking on the pulse point, and smiling as he could feel it speeding up.

Blaise groaned, and quickly shoved his hand into the opening he'd made, finding Draco hot and hard as he tumbled into his palm. Pulling away, Draco shimmied out of his slacks, pulling his shirt and tie over his head in one swift motion, before turning back to Blaise, who was now incredibly overdressed.

"Take it off." Draco ordered in a tight, husky voice. Blaise stretched like a cat, his smooth muscles sliding under olive skin as Draco watched him in appreciation.

Within moments, Draco had completely stripped his lover as well, and covered his skin with his own. They both sighed lightly as they slid against each other, hips grinding in an automatic movement to induce as much friction as possible.

Blaise closed his eyes for a moment, simply feeling the familiar, yet entirely exciting, feeling of Draco, before opening them with a mischievous look on his face. Quickly, he flipped them over, leaving Draco on his back in the middle of the bed.

Surprise flitted across Draco's face, before pleasure settled in as Blaise leaned forward to take his lips in a rough kiss, teeth pulling Draco's full lower lip into his mouth. Using a thigh, Blaise forced Draco's legs apart, giving him complete access to him.

Draco arched up into Blaise as he continued ravaging his mouth, excitement pulsing throughout his body at Blaise's uncharacteristic dominance. Turning his face to the side, Draco gulped down air, as Blaise's hands moved along his body, stroking him in all of the places he was most sensitive.

Blaise's mouth found its way to Draco's ear, and he lazily explored the whirls there, murmuring exactly what he wanted to do to Draco, causing him to shiver almost violently.

When Draco would have reached out to take control, Blaise sent a quick glance at the headboard, and Draco's hands were locked together, over his head, making the muscles in his chest and stomach stand out in stark relief against his pale skin.

Straddling Draco's lean waist, Blaise sat up, taking in his handiwork as Draco snarled. "Blaise…"

Completely ignoring his lover, Blaise continued his leisurely exploration of Draco's body, amazed at the beauty of the other man. His attention caught on Draco's pale pink nipples, and he attacked them with force, causing Draco to cry out in almost-pain.

Draco, unable to keep his eyes open, closed them, and shuddered again and again as Blaise moved his lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers over his body before settling at the organ between his legs.

Blaise took his time, never really having had Draco at his mercy to such a degree before. It was heady, the amount of power that he held at that moment.

Pushing Draco's legs even further apart, Blaise pushed his shoulder between to have complete and unencumbered access.

Moaning, losing all semblance of control faster than he had thought, Draco dared not look down at Blaise. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. And then Blaise pushed his boundaries even further with a firm swipe of his tongue after a muttered cleansing spell.

Blaise looked up to see Draco straining frantically against his bonds, the muscles in his arms quivering, and beads of sweat dotting his face to fall into his tangled silvery hair.

Smirking, he ran a single finger from the tip of the swollen head of Draco's cock, all the way down, tracing the raised veins with patience, to the heavy balls that were tight against his crotch, to his perineum. Draco cried out, his torso twisting at the exquisite feelings, before stilling as Blaise's hands left him altogether, feeling moisture coating his small pink hole thoroughly, before a long finger worked its way in, stretching Draco deliciously.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck…" Blaise smirked as he listened to Draco chanting, throwing his head back and forth, fighting the magic holding him in place.

Draco's back arched, bringing him almost off the bed as another finger was added, stretching him even further, before sliding in and out in a slow, long rhythm. Blaise brought his head down, taking Draco's cock in his mouth in one slow slide just as his fingers found that incredible spot inside of him, and Draco shuddered violently at the familiar tightening at the base of his spine.

Sensing that Draco was close, Blaise pulled back completely, ignoring Draco's angry cries, and took himself in hand to coat liberally with lubrication. He stroked himself for long moments as Draco breathed heavily, cursing him out, while coming back from the brink.

Hooking one of Draco's long legs over his shoulder, Blaise placed himself at the small, slightly stretched, opening, and steadily applied pressure.

They had rarely done this, with Draco being the major dominant in their relationship, and he breathed heavily, feeling the pain that would recede soon enough.

As Blaise bottomed out, he stilled, feeling Draco's tight heat surrounding him as he breathed heavily. He leaned forward, stretching the pale, muscled body underneath him further as his lips found Draco's in a tender kiss, at odds with his body's actions.

He started moving as Draco's mouth opened, allowing him entrance on a sigh, their lips brushing against each other again and again until Blaise's impulses dictated that he needed to speed up. Gripping Draco's hips hard enough to leave bruises, Blaise sped up, moaning as he heard the sound of his skin slapping against Draco's.

Draco came almost violently, having been denied for such a period, his cock untouched as the pleasure swirled through the pain. This proved to be too much for Blaise, and he thrust once more deeply before shooting inside of Draco.

Collapsing to the side of his lover, Blaise waved a hand at the invisible bonds, allowing Draco to pull his stiff arms back down. He rubbed his hands over his shoulders, working the feeling back in as he watched Blaise gasp for breath, his chest rising and falling, in almost the same rhythm as his own.

"Merlin…" Blaire murmured as his eyes shut, "we should definitely do that more often when avoiding a discussion."

Draco frowned at this, swinging his legs over the side of the bed when he felt he had calmed down enough. Feeling weak, he made his way to the bathroom, ignoring Blaise's questioning look.

Blaise smirked. It would take Draco awhile to get over the feeling of someone else having the power for once.

Staring at his reflection in the large mirror, Draco contemplated what had just happened. Blaise had definitely taken things to a different level, but it was too soon to really see what would happen there. He flexed the muscles in his legs, feeling them quivering in remembered pleasure.

A/N: Hi All, and thank you so much for sticking with this story. I know I have been terribly remiss in updating, so I hope you will all forgive me for that. I am quite possibly the worst writer for responding to reviews and questions, so please look to my Author's Notes for this info.

A huge thank you to JulieMalfoyZabini (who is awesome, and you all should check out her stories) for betaing this for me….  She did a great job, and I was very impressed. She even managed to ignore my whining on yahoo, which is not the easiest thing in the world. So again, thank you very much.