"Wife!" Blaise called out, echoing throughout the Zabini home. Pansy ignored him. She was painting in her studio. Just now she was working on a golden unicorn foal, standing in a forest next to a silver pond. She liked unicorns. In fact, it was all she ever painted.
"Wife!"
Pansy sighed and rolled her eyes. He never called her by her name. He never had, not even back in school. Oh, she had known what it would mean to marry Blaise Zabini. Money, power, status, a studio for her art, mind blowing sex and the freedom to do whatever the hell she wanted were all perks of this marriage. But being treated like an equal or even just a human being? Never. Not by Blaise.
Her friends had called her a fool for marrying Blaise when she was only seventeen, and right after the war had ended no less. But she knew exactly what she was doing.
There was no romance, no love in this relationship. She would never get that from Blaise. He only loved himself. Oh, they pretended to be together in public and even to their families. But privately they lived their own lives. She had her own bedroom on her own side of the house. She could go out and date or fuck whoever she wanted. And if she wanted to stay in and fuck, well, Blaise was excellent for that purpose.
And she let him feel like he was in control. At least for now. But she knew there might come a time when she might not need him and when it did she wouldn't hesitate to drop him like a clumsy child trying to handle an old, heavy cauldron.
"Wife!" Blaise said, now standing in the doorway to her studio. "There you are. I need to talk to you."
"Go right ahead," Pansy said, declining to look right at him and instead focusing on adding a little more gold to her painting.
"No, I need you to pay attention," Blaise said.
"Okay," Pansy said and set her brush down then turned towards him.
Blaise was tall and had dark skin. He was slender but muscular. And his cheekbones were entrancing. He was gorgeous.
"Draco Malfoy has invited us to Malfoy Manor in October for a small gathering of old friends," Blaise said.
"Dr… Draco?" Pansy asked, trying to hide the fact that her voice was shaky. She felt her cheeks begin to flush and her heart begin to pound. She hadn't seen Draco in three years. Not since she had told him about her marriage to Blaise.
She had never stopped caring about Draco. But the Malfoy family was disgraced among the pure blood families. Half hated them for having been Death Eaters the other hated them for betraying the dark lord. And certainly none of the filthy mudbloods or halfbloods or blood traitors had any respect for them either.
No, she never could've married Draco. The Zabini family, on the other hand, was filthy rich. And they were respected. Being Pansy Zabini gave her so many privileges. And neither her family nor his had ever been Death Eaters, so they didn't have that stigma to live with.
But just a mention of Draco's name and feelings came rushing back. She remembered their last meeting. Draco hadn't taken the news of her marriage well. He had been angry. She understood but there simply wasn't anything to do about it.
Once his anger had subsided she had invited him to fuck her. She had wanted to so badly. She wanted him on top of her, inside of her. She wanted to please him like she had before, when they were at school. She told him that Blaise didn't care what she did. But Draco, declined. Pity, she thought. It could've been fun.
"Yes. Along with some other Slytherin girls. I can't recall their names. The Greengrass sisters and the girl with the glasses. Whatever her name is," Blaise said.
No mention of Millicent Bulstrode or Tracey Davis, Pansy thought. But Milly was a halfblood so it's possible Blaise had refused to come if she was there. She was no fan of halfbloods herself but she thought Milly was alright. She had also shared a dormitory with Sophie Blackman (the girl with glasses) and Daphne Greengrass, but they weren't very close. And she barely knew Daphne's odd little sister Astoria. Why was she even coming? No, she had no interest in reconnecting with any of these girls. But Draco. Yes. She'd go just to see him.
"Why such advanced notice? October is over a month away," Pansy asked.
"I don't know. I don't care," Blaise said.
"We'll go, of course," Pansy said.
"Of course," Blaise added. Without another word he turned to leave. Pansy stole a glance at the way his arse filled out his trousers as he was walking out the door. This led to her thinking about getting her hands on his arse and that led to her thinking of him on top of her, pounding himself inside of her as his beautiful arse bounced with every thrust.
Though he was long gone down the hall and walking down the stairs her body was warming and she began to feel the familiar ache between her thighs and the heat and wetness that accompanied it.
She could call for him right now. She could ask him to fuck her right now, on her studio floor. And it would be wonderful. But she wanted to finish her painting. She wanted to think about Draco. Draco was the only person who would ever listen to her ramble about unicorns. Blaise always expressed his displeasure at any mention of them. He made her feel ashamed.
Something about this painting, with all it's silver and gold, made her think of Draco. There was something sad about the foal that she hadn't really intended. She didn't like it when Draco hurt.
When she had last seen him he looked so sad and lost. She wondered if he was still like that? Did he have that look like… like something was missing still? He hadn't been the confident boy she had once known anymore. The boy she had fallen in love with and, though she was afraid to admit it, the boy she was still in love with.
Sometime later she had finished the painting. She called it "Loneliness of a Golden Foal." She would've charmed it so the foal could move but she wasn't any good at charms. Instead she decided to hang it up in her bedroom, directly across from her bed so she could watch it at night.
Once she was done admiring her work she walked down to town off the bay that was near the Zabini family home to watch low tide. It would only be a couple of hours to wait. The town was nice but she didn't care for all the Muggles going about. Most of them were tourists and they all seemed awful.
She found a spot on the beach that wasn't currently occupied by awful Muggles and their awful Muggle children and sat alone and watched the tide come in then slowly go out. She did this often. Being married to Blaise she rarely had much to do and she didn't really have any friends she could go visit.
She considered the possibility that she might reconnect with the other girls at Draco's gathering in two weeks but quickly dismissed it. Greengrass family was rich but they weren't all that respected. At her level of status befriending either of the Greengrass girls might not be the best choice.
Lonely? Was that what this feeling was, she wondered. She thought of the foal and realized it wasn't just Draco she had been channeling. It was herself. As the sunset over the bay she felt like crying but she wouldn't allow herself. She couldn't be weak. Especially not in the presence of Muggles.
Instead she pulled herself together and walked back home. She took a hot shower then went to bed. She got on the bed naked and lay there staring at the painting. She thought of Draco.
She remembered how she liked to touch his hair. She remembered holding his body close to hers and feeling his heart beat. She remembered the first time they had made love. She could close her eyes and see how nervous Draco was.
They were in the Room of Requirement in sixth year. Pansy hadn't really understood what the place was and what all the stuff that filled the room was but Draco was spending a lot of time there. It wasn't the most comfortable place to have sex, that was for sure. Draco had found a rug and she had lain on it while Draco climbed on top of her.
She had long imagined what it would be like to be with Draco, for their bodies to become one. Even then with his cock inside of her Draco had looked sad. She kept kissing him hoping it would make the sadness go away. But even as he came inside of her his troubles were all over his face.
The second time had been better. They were making out next to this hideous bust of a warlock that someone had placed an old tiara as some sort of joke, she assumed. She kept rubbing his cock through his trousers, hoping that if she could just make him want her enough he would stop thinking about his troubles. It had worked.
He had fucked her against a cabinet from behind. She had begged him to fuck her harder and harder, hoping he would come. Finally, when he did he seemed okay for once. He held her and kissed her mouth there against the cabinet. And then his mouth had drifted down her body and he kissed her between her thighs, far more hungrily.
Pansy hadn't realized that she had begun to touch herself but she had. Still staring at the painting not really thinking about it anymore. Her mind was in the past and on Draco and it was for him that her body was aching at that moment. But then she noticed Blaise standing naked in her doorway.
"Hello, Blaise," Pansy said, her fingers still at work in her nether region.
"Good evening, wife," he said. He was leaning against the side of the door, looking nearly casual if it wasn't for his hard cock that was already slick from lubricating potion, as she expected. This was not unusual.
Pansy spread her legs a little and lowered herself on the bed to give Blaise easier access to her body. Still seeming casual he walked to the bed and climbed on top of her. For a moment he teased her with his cock. He liked this part. He rubbed the head against her clit then pushed just the head inside of her soaking wet hole then quickly pulled it out.
"Come on, Blaise. Just fuck me. I need it," Pansy said.
"Very well," he said and pushed himself all the way inside of her. Pansy gasped then moaned. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to pull him in closer. There was no need. Blaise began rhythmically thrusting with his pelvis pushing his short but very thick cock in and out of her body.
She watched the muscles of his body and the way they stretched and bulged depending on how he moved and thought of how perfect he was, aesthetically speaking. He wasn't much of a person and he was a terrible husband. But oh, Merlin what an amazing fuck.
As he pounded into her hard she began to think of Draco again and she slid her hand back down to her clit which she rubbed with vigor. She thought of Blaise and Draco at the same time. Their bodies mixing and mingling in her mind. She thought of their hands on her naked body and then, to her surprise, she thought of their hands on each others bodies.
"Ohhhh! Fuck!" Pansy screamed as her body shuddered in ecstasy, her vaginal muscles squeezing hard on Blaise's prick as it pulsed inside of her, creating a new warmth inside of her from his hot spunk. Blaise never made any sounds when he came. He only closed his eyes and lifted his head. He looked more contemplative than anything else.
As his cock went soft and he got off of her he went away without a word or even a kiss. She was okay with that. She wasn't interested in pretending this was anything other than a marriage of convenience for the both of them.
Instead she thought of Draco as she fell asleep as she would do every night between then and the gathering.