I think this should be ending soon, though I haven't figured out how to wrap it up yet. Kinda sucks that it has to end, as I really like this story, especially the Blaise and Rashida dynamic. I may make fics of them by themselves.

Also, I should be updating The Seventh Year soon, and I'm trying hard to start back on the other fics as well.

Oh and a part of this will be in first person narrative. I thought it would be interesting to do, plus Rashida is poetic with her words. And I'm raising the rating. If sex isn't your thing, you may wanna skip the flashback. Actually...probably not even read this chapter. Sorry lol.

On with the fic lol ;)


Chapter 37: The Fire We Make

"And where the bloody hell have you been?" asked Ginny as she and Hermione watched Rashida walk into the dorm at 9 Sunday night. Rashida was carrying her quidditch uniform under her arm, and was wearing what looked like a boy's uniform shirt and boy's muggle jeans that were shrunk and fitted to her size.

She looked up at her two friends and blushed. "Hey Gin, Mi. You two look..."

"Suspicious? Curious?" asked Ginny.

"Pretty." said Rashida, putting her uniform in her laundry bin.

"Why are you dressed in Blaise's clothes? And why haven't we seen you since the party last night?" inquired Hermione, grinning.

"Well, I guess the most honest answer is that I was with Blaise last night... and all day today..."

Ginny jumped up and pulled Rashida onto Hermione's bed, closing the curtain and putting up an imperturbable charm on them so no one could get through or overhear.

"TELL US EVERYTHING!" said Hermione and Ginny enthusiastically.

"You girls are impossible." laughed Rashida.

Hermione and Ginny smiled so hard, it looked as if it hurt.

"Okay, fine. I'll tell you." laughed Rashida.


*FLASHBACK WILL BE IN RASHIDA'S FIRST PERSON NARRATIVE*

We left the party and walked back towards Slytherin. Neither of us said a word, we just held hands and enjoyed the silence. I thought Blaise would want to hurry back, but we took our time as it seemed he had a lot on his mind.

When we finally got to his room, everything felt different, warmer. The fire was dim, but work and comforting, his bed never looked so inviting, and the atmosphere just felt as if things were going to change.

He looked at me, those blue eyes of his shining like a moonlit sea. It made me nervous, but in a good way. He kissed me, and it felt as if he had never had kissed me before. I allowed his tongue to dance with mine. He had never kissed me like that before. His kisses has always been great, but this one was fueled with a passion that he had never shown me before.

I felt limited by my clothes all of a sudden, and I guess he did too because we stopped kissing and shed our shirts. I had seen his without a shirt many times, and he had seen my back, but he had never seen my chest in just a bra, and he looked almost mesmerized. As if he had never seen tits before. It was quite funny actually, but I didn't laugh. I didn't want to spoil the moment.

He allowed my hands to explore his body. Blaise had the most beautiful ebony skin. Unblemished, soft, it almost looks unreal. It reminds me of cocoa beans when they are cleaned and before they are roasted. I kissed his neck and he seemed to hum at the touch of my lips.

He turned me around and held me close to him. He kissed from my shoulder to my neck, waking up the butterflies inside of me and they began to flutter. His fingers were in my hair, massaging my scalp as he kissed and nibbled at my skin, putting me under a spell.

I turned around and took his lips back with mine as he walked forward, guiding me to his bed. He gently pushed me onto it, leaning over me as he once again took my neck. My hands traveled the length of his broad shoulders, his skin feeling like glass under my fingertips.

He kissed a trail down to the front hook of my bra, unhooking it with his teeth. It popped open, my breasts spilling out. I let out a moan as he kissed the side of the right one, his tongue drawing circles around my rosebud, while he cupped the other one in his big strong hand.

He then kissed the area above my belly button. I quickly realized that it was one of my hot spots, as a wave of lust rushed over my body like water. He kept one hand on my breast, and the other unzipped and unbuckled my pants.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice deep and as beautiful as new velvet. Even his voice at the time was erotic to me. I couldn't even answer him back, all I could do was nod.

He got up and took my pants off of me. Thank goodness I had changed into my pretty blue silk panties after the game instead of a pair of simple cotton ones.

He then ran his soft hands down up my leg and to my thigh. He touched the outside of my panties. My skin was so sensitive that I jumped up a bit. He didn't realize what he was making my body do. It was like it was crying out to him. 'Take me, I'm all yours.' it was saying.

"Have I told you how dangerously alluring you are?" he asked, making my face heat up.

"No, but I feel you're about to." I said, not really knowing what else to say. He had rendered me speechless, beyond phrases that made sense. Besides, I was beyond words at the moment. I just wanted to feel until I couldn't anymore.

He smiled at me and then stood up to take off his jeans and boxers. The only light was the fire, and it casted a glow against his naked body, causing my lust inebriated self to see him as if he were a god.

He took off my panties and waved his wand over my abdomen. I felt the cooling sensation of the contraceptive charm. I was elated that he had thought of that, because my mind was nowhere near sane at the moment. I got under the covers with him getting under them as well, hovering overtop of me. He kissed me deep as he positioned himself over me.

And then, he entered me. Slowly.

I came alive, it felt as if it was the first time all over again. We gasped at the same time and his length and my warmth met. It felt as if I was reborn. He must have too because his eyes grew big and he looked at me as if he had never seen me before.

Soon, instincts took over as he moved in and out of me. My nails scratched down his back, causing him to hiss in pleasure. He loved the sting, it motivated him to go even harder.

He whispered my name in my ear as if it was the most wonderful word in his vocabulary. I had never felt such power, such dominance, such passion, as I had felt with him giving his all to me. He made me feel more of a woman than I ever had.

I cried out his name as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of me. He lifted up one of my legs, biting and kissing at my calve as he moved harder and harder. I could tell that both of us were reaching that point of no return. He gave one more mighty thrust, and our bodies climaxed together like fireworks going off. The feeling was exhilarating and my body trembled under his as ripples upon ripples of ecstasy ran through me.

He smiled down at me and I smiled at him, each of us thoroughly satisfied. He slid out of me and I groaned, instantly missing him. He laid down beside me and waved his wand, cleaning us up of our sweat and the juices of our lovemaking. I turned and curled into his body, his arm draped over my body pulling me into him even more. I had never felt so wanted, so desired, so safe, as I had being with him.

I think he felt I went to sleep because I felt his warm lips against my cheek. "I love you." he whispered in my ear. My eyes shot open, I thought I had heard him wrong. I hesitated for a second, and then I said it back. I think I surprised him, but he didn't want me to know it. He just pulled me even more into him, his lips against the back of my neck. I could feel him smiling. And then, we fell asleep.

*END FLASHBACK*


Rashida ended her story with her hand unknowingly on her cheek, as of she was trying to hold her face together. Ginny and Hermione, who had hung onto her every word has their hands on their chests, their insides melting.

"Wow..." said Ginny slowly.

"So sex is that wonderful?" asked Hermione, simply mesmerized.

Rashida broke out of her trance and shrugged. "I mean that first time for us was like that. The other four weren't that slow."

"You guys have done it five times in 24 hours?!" gasped Hermione.

Rashida blushed hard but laughed. "I can honestly say that I see now why he left a sea of broken hearts in his wake. Blaise does his job. And does it well."

"What I can't believe is that he actually told you he loved you." said Ginny. "I never pegged Blaise for an emotional bloke."

"He said it a lot after the first time. Blaise can be pretty romantic when he wants to be." said Rashida, giggling.

"Well your story has motivated me! I think I need to go and find Draco. Our first time wasn't anything like that."

"YOUR FIRST TIME?!" exclaimed Hermione and Rashida.

"You two had sex?! And you didn't tell us?!" exclaimed Rashida.

Ginny laughed. "We did. It was the day after Valentine's Day. Remember how I didn't attend Care Of Magical Creatures, Hermi? You asked where I was, and I said I had felt sick? Well, it was Draco's free period, and I didn't feel up to going to class, so I hung out with him, one thing lead to another, and...we shagged...a lot."

"I knew you looked different, you redheaded vixen you!" said Rashida, pointing at Ginny in amusement.

"I am so angry at you!" said Hermione, crossing her arms. "So how was it?"

"It was amazing!" said Ginny, thinking back. "I mean it wasn't as mushy as Ra and Blaise, but he was sweet, and gentle, and he took care of me. Gentle was nice, but I soon moved past all that and told him to pretend that I wasn't a virgin. Draco is the best."

"I guess that just leaves Pansy and our dear, sweet, Hermione." said Rashida. "I'm actually surprised you and Ron haven't done it ages ago."

"Well, it's not like we haven't came close a couple times. However, sometimes I would chicken out. And the times that I would him go farther, Harry would barge in or something else would happen. We have gotten as far for me to know that he is extremely brilliant with his-"

"RON'S BABY SISTER DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR THIS!" yelled Ginny, covering her ears tightly.

The girls laughed and laughed and continued to discuss their men and how they made them feel until late into the night. They ended up all falling asleep awkwardly laying, but still very comfortable, on Hermione's bed.