Blaise's Pov
Fey settled into her seat beside me in Charms, and Pansy shot me a glare from across the room. I stuck my tongue out at her over Fey's head, and she narrowed her eyes before tossing me her middle finger.
I laughed and wrapped an arm around Fey's waist. My plan hadn't been to steal her away from Pansy today, but the opportunity was too good to pass up.
We were sat in the back of the class near my regular seat, but further away from Pansy and Flitwick today. After hearing her throughout the night, I wanted Fey to myself as much as possible. She soothed my soul, and I wanted a little revenge for being left out, but she needn't know that yet.
Scooching closer to my little witch until our thighs were touching and not an iota of space was left between us, I played with her hair.
Letting my fingers brush over the sensitive hickies bruising her neck. She shivered against me but did not lean away.
"Blaise? What are you doing?" she whispered, doing her best to focus as Flitwick began his review on the cutting and repairing charms.
I shrugged my shoulder and removed my arm from around her. She leaned into me, making up for my lack of contact now, and let her head rest on me.
Grinning, I placed my hand on her thigh and immediately felt her stiffen at my contact, "Are you sore?" I asked bluntly, pushing my hand up her skirt.
Fey shook her head and hid her face against my arm. I looked up and glanced around the room. Flitwick was always boring the class to death, and students were half-asleep, nodding off in their seats. Glancing to my right, Theo was smiling and watching us, his head propped up in his hand.
He smirked at me and urged me to continue with a nod of his head. Not usually one for taking directions, I looked away from him and pretended to be engrossed in the lesson, but under our table, I continued to explore her. My fingers felt her soft skin until I reached her pussy, bare for my touch.
The little minx wasn't wearing any panties. I swear my cock grew three sizes in my slacks.
"My, my, what a dirty little slut you are, darling. Not wearing any panties under your skirt, how naughty."
She muffled her whimper against my arm, her nails digging into my robes as her eyes peered at me through her lashes, allowing me to see her desperation clearly.
Taking pity on my pretty girl, I nudged her legs apart and delved into her folds. Wet and wanting already, after what I assume was a busy morning for her as it was.
"Such a needy slut," I whispered against her ear, "Fucked and filled with cum already, and you want more."
She nodded.
"How many times did they fill your pretty cunt?" I asked her. She shivered at my dirty words but held up two fingers.
"You want more, don't you? You want me to fill your tight cunt with my cum, don't you?" I pressed two fingers into her weeping slit and felt her bite into my arm to silence her moans.
Stilling my movements, she took a deep breath and nodded.
"I will, darling, don't you worry. When class is over, I'll fill your tight little hole so good you'll feel me running down your legs all day," I teased.
I swiped my thumb over her clit, making her jump, before pulling my fingers from her body. She groaned and watched with heated eyes as I licked her sweet juices from my fingers.
Settling back against my seat, I held her as she wiggled and clenched her thighs together. Her pupils were blown, and her attention was shot to hell for the rest of the class. She didn't take a single note or offer an answer to any of Fliwick's questions, even when he looked to her for one.
When the long hour was up, and Flitwick released us, I gathered our things and dragged her from the room. Laughter came from Theo as we ran, but we didn't stop until I steered us down an empty corridor and into a broom closet.
The dark little room was everything we needed. Fey wrapped her arms around my neck as I tossed up her skirt and freed my aching shaft. She was begging me now, pleading to fuck her and make her come against the wall in a broom closet.
Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined getting to fulfill my greatest fantasy with Fey on a random Wednesday after Charms, but I would never complain.
In a single thrust, her wet cunt welcomed me, and I bottomed out inside her. My head fell against her shoulder as I took it all in, savoring it, memorizing the feel of her wrapped around me and begging.
"Blaise," she sobbed, her voice choking up, "Please," she whined, trying to move herself while I had her pinned against the wall.
"My naughty, naughty slut. So desperate for my cum are you?" I teased, "Then say it. Beg for what you want."
Thrusting into her once so she could feel me move, I kissed her neck and then stilled, waiting for her to comply with my demands.
Her words came with no hesitation, "Please, Blaise. Fuck me, fill me up with your cum, please."
"I've been dreaming about this..." I told her honestly, and since the moment in the Forbidden Forest with Mattheo, I had wanted to fuck her and fill her with my cum.
I thrust into her, gripping her fat arse as she crushed herself against my chest. Her pussy gripped me, trying to squeeze the cum from me before I was ready to give it to her. Maneuvering my hips, I brushed against her clit and brought her down on my cock each time I pulled out, forcing her to fuck herself on me.
Fey began to shudder and moan louder.
"That's it, pretty girl, you're gonna milk my cum from me so I can fill you up," she nodded, lost in the haze, "Fuck I wish I could leave it there. Let you get big and round with my baby."
She gasped, her eyes popping open, startled at my words, "Blaise..."
"One day, baby, I am going to fuck you full of my cum, and there will be no stopping me from putting my baby in you," I told her firmly, my lips brushing against hers, "Isn't that right?"
Fey nodded as she dug her nails into my neck. She was holding on for dear life as tears welled in her eyes, "Yes, Blaise, fill me up," she moaned softly, and as I thrust up into her, she screamed.
Her pussy spasmed around me, drawing my orgasm from me in a rush. I pumped my hips into her, filling her with every drop I had to give until my legs were ready to give out.
She whimpered against my chest, and my knees buckled as I brought us to the floor. I stole her lips for a final kiss as my cock slipped from her well-used cunt. Desperate to see her full of me, I scooped up what was already seeping from her and pushed it back inside.
"Blaise, oh god, what are you doing?" she asked around a startled cry.
"We don't want any to go to waste now, do we?"
Fey looked me deeply in the eyes and shook her head. Wanting to see her even dirtier, I took my fingers from her cunt and held them to her lips, waiting. She slowly opened her mouth and let me place my fingers on her tongue. She sucked them clean, twirling her tongue around my digits to get every drop.
"My perfect, filthy girl," I whispered, pulling my fingers free from her mouth to kiss her lips again before pulling her to her feet. Helping her fix her clothes, and when she was as perfect as ever, and she had muttered the contraception charm over her abdomen, to my dismay, I tucked my cock away. I righted myself before peeking into the corridor, thinking, what a shame she had remembered...
We came face to face with the Slytherin crest on Theo's chest. He grinned at us and took Fey from my side before leading us down the corridor without asking what we were doing in the broom closet.
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Fey's Pov
We were late to Herbology, but Professor Sprout hadn't noticed. We snuck in and hung around the other students in the back of the greenhouse as she explained how not to be chomped by the Chinese Chomping Cabbage.
"-You'll need to feed the cabbage a little snack and then pet its leaves gently until you hear it begin to purr," she explained as she waved her wand.
We moved to stand around the instruction tables, and a small potted plant with large leaves landed in front of each student with a light thump.
"-These are just babies, but their bite can still take off a finger, so please follow the instructions. I do not want to make a trip to the hospital wing today!"
We all held a small piece of dried green bark over the ruffling leaves. Quickly, the small plant poked its head up out of the soil and opened its mouth, whining.
I placed the green bark into its mouth, "Aww, you're quite cute," I whispered to the plant as I stroked its leaves softly.
"During the 19th century, a Dark wizard attempted to take over the Ministry of Magic with an army of Chomping Cabbages!" Professor Sprout laughed, "but he was stopped by Helen Thistlewood, an Auror, armed only with a basket of Bouncing Bulbs."
My little cabbage began to purr and, without warning, popped out of the soil and rubbed against my hand, "Blaise! Look how cute it is!" I gasped, petting down the side of my cabbage, and it rumbled.
"The Cabbage leaves are used for Skela-gro potion! With other ingredients like the puffer-fish, scarab beetles, Fanged Geranium, arm bone, and a red spider!"
Mutters went around the students as their plants began popping up, and students started bonding with their cabbages.
Professor Sprout appeared over my shoulder and slipped a knife into my hand, "Wonderful, dear! You've gotten him out of his pot! It's time to harvest his leaves now; be careful and make sure to clip at the base!"
My eyes widened, and I looked at her in shock, "Clip his leaves? What will happen to him though?"
She shrugged, "Well, normally, I send the heads off to the kitchens to be used in cabbage stew."
I gapped at her as she walked off. Looking down at the large scissors in my hands, I felt dread. The little bulbous plant was too cute to mutilate for stew and potions.
I wouldn't do it. There was no way I would murder this cute little plant for Professor Sprout. Thinking on my feet, I lifted by cupping my hand under his roots and set him on the ground before pulling my wand free from my robes. I pointed it toward the door and muttered under my breath.
A loud crash sounded as the glass shattered, and all the students and cabbages started screaming and running or diving back into their pots. More glass shattered, and I dove to the ground and watched as my little cabbage sprinted for the door.
I cheered silently as he and a few dozen others made it outside.
Professor Sprout started shouting and trying to wrangle the running plants, but she only managed to grab one by its leaves, not wanting to get bitten.
When everything quieted, she turned to us and narrowed her eyes, "Twenty points from Slytherin and Hufflepuff. I can't prove who did this, so I'll punish all of you!"
She made us all clean the spilled dirt and started repotting the remaining Chomping Cabbages while she went searching for the ones that had escaped. Before class ended, she returned empty-handed, and I stifled my grin, feeling victorious.
Theo and Blaise grabbed my arms and dragged me from the greenhouse the moment we were dismissed. I wasn't released until we reached the castle, and then they shoved me against the stone wall, Theo cushioning my back with his hands.
"You are devious..." Blaise told me, his eyes boring into mine.
I shrugged, pretending to have no idea what they were talking about, "What are you on about?"
Theo grinned as his hands gripped the hair at the base of my neck, forcing me to turn my head to face him, "You know exactly what we're on about. You shattered the glass."
A grin twitched at my lips, but I shook my head, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You didn't want to prune the little beasts, so you let them escape..."
My mouth fell open, "They were not beasts! They were cute little cabbages..." I realized my mistake the moment the words had slipped past my lips, "Fuck, yeah, I did it. I just couldn't kill him," I admitted.
"That is the most un-Slytherin-like thing you've ever done..." Theo told me.
Blaise smiled proudly, finishing Theo's thoughts, "... and also the most Slytherin-like thing you've ever done."
"You're not mad you had to clean up?"
They shook their heads, "Not at all. Sprout was going to make us do it anyways," Theo said, throwing his arm around my shoulders and steering me into the castle toward the Potions classroom.
I scanned the room for Draco, Lorenzo, and Mattheo, excited to tell them what happened, but Draco was missing.
"Where's Draco?"
Theo shrugged, "I think he had a meeting."
A meeting? What could he need to meet about during class?
Lorenzo waved us over to sit at a group of tables near the back of the classroom, and Pansy wiggled her brows at me when Theo pulled me away from her. He sat me on the stool beside his and wrapped his arm around my waist.
"I have something special planned for tonight," he whispered, making me shiver.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes, "You do?"
He nodded, "Yes, I do. For dinner tonight, you and I are making a break for it," he told me with a wink.
"Out of the castle? On a Wednesday?" I asked.
He nodded again, but before explaining, Professor Snape drew our attention to the front of the room with his lesson on Everlasting Elixers.
"Today, we will discuss and prepare an Everlasting Elixir. As the name suggests, these potions never run out. This is an advanced concept. I will not tolerate foolishness... We will begin with a lecture on Everlasting Elixirs. Pay attention."
I began scribbling my notes, struggling to keep up with the rate at which Professor Snape was speaking. The entire first hour was his lecture and reading from our textbook on the elixir, with insults thrown in because he didn't think we were competent enough to fulfill the potion.
The second half of class was his demonstration in which he chopped and prepared ingredients too quickly while telling us to take our time when we brew during our next class.
Looking down at my messy writing, I sighed, knowing that I would have to go over it again and rewrite it so I could read it later. Snape assigned us an essay on the elixir we would be brewing on Friday and waved us out of the room without another word.
I walked Pansy and Lorenzo to the Great Hall for a quick lunch. We chatted and worked through our free period without Draco, exchanging notes and answers. I would help him later when he reappeared again after I got my answers from him.
Off to our last class, just the five of us. We entered History of Magic prepared to be thoroughly bored and quizzes about the Werewolves' unwillingness to expose themselves to witches and wizards for fear of retaliation.
Our Ghostly Professor did not take it easy on us. His quiz was the worst. It befuddled me, and when I glanced around the room, other students looked just as confused. Everyone looked worried and stressed over their answers, but slowly, students passed in their work one by one and left the room. My thoughts drifted to Draco, worried that he was held up by something, but I shook the thought from my mind. He was very smart, too smart to get himself into trouble.
After I had double-checked my work and reread my answers, I stood, and surprisingly, Theo stood with me, and we turned in our work together.
When we exited the classroom, he took me by the hand, "Are you ready for our adventure?"
"You still haven't told me where we're going?"
As we walked, he looked down at me, a smile hidden in his eyes, "It is a surprise, darling, but make sure to dress warm."