Cheers and hurrahs echoed down the corridor of Hogwarts, a sea of black robes surrounding a blob of red and gold, hundreds of arms in the air.

Among them was Ginny Weasley, smiling brightly. It always felt extra good to beat Slytherin, and this time was tough. But they had managed to win by thirty points, no thanks to their new set of beaters, who seemed to send the bludgers towards their team as often as they whacked them away.

Even so, Ginny was excited, cheerful. She whistled and shouted along with her schoolmates, bounding along behind them.

At least, that was what she was doing until she heard a low, male voice say, "Bird couldn't score a goal with a missing Keeper."

Temper flaring, Ginny whirled on the spot. Pushing through the crowd, she found Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini standing in a small alcove set into the wall. Malfoy bristled as she approached, arms crossed over his chest. Blaise looked bored. He peered down his nose at her.

"What did you say?" she growled, hands clenched into fists.

Malfoy snorted. "Do you need more practice sinking balls into holes, Weasley? I'm sure one of us could help."

"According to Lavender Brown you barely have a set," Ginny snapped.

"How dare you," Malfoy hissed lowly.

"Piss off, Malfoy. The closest you'll ever get to my holes is the girls' loo after I've had a piss."

"Care to bet on that?" Malfoy asked menacingly, his knuckles white around his wand.

"The only thing I'd bet with you is that you're a supreme tosspot, and only because I'd be sure to win," Ginny replied with a derisive snort. She turned and marched down the hallway, pumpkin-coloured hair flagging behind her.

Silence fell around them, cheering crowds and smug friends having disappeared like ghosts through the walls.

"What do you want?" asked Ginny, not quite ready to put her wand away.

"Would you make a bet with me?" Blaise asked, his deep voice echoing in the empty corridor. Ginny felt a swooshing sensation in her belly.

"Excuse me?"

Blaise leaned a shoulder against the stone wall, his stance uninterested except for his dark eyes, which danced mischievously. Ginny carefully lowered her wand.

"I asked if you would make a bet with me," said Blaise nonchalantly, causing Ginny's stomach to perform several backflips, as if it belonged to a circus.

She shifted on her feet. "What sort of bet?"

"Balls in holes," answered Blaise, a slight upward tilt of his lips exposing a sliver of perfectly white teeth. "One versus one, first person to get three goals. If I win, you meet me in a broom closet."

Ginny gulped. Her stomach seemed to suddenly take flight, leaving an empty, aching pit in its absence.

Any other wizard and she would have made a cutting remark, or hexed them and walked away. But this was Blaise Zabini. The one boy no witch at Hogwarts could get, and the one that most of them wanted. He was unquestionably handsome, mysterious, and intelligent; the kind of man you could never read, but instinctively knew was thinking about something incredible.

And this man was asking her to bet him for a shag. No one would ever believe her.

"And if I win?" asked Ginny, though she wasn't really sure she didn't want to lose.

Blaise shrugged.

"A date," said Ginny, puffing up. "A real date."

Blaise raised an eyebrow. "And why would I want to go out with you?"

"The same reason you want me to polish your broomstick," Ginny answered confidently.

A flicker of a smile again, and then he nodded. "Meet me on the pitch tomorrow after sunset, and, obviously, come alone," he said, and then he turned and strode down the corridor, leaving Ginny to wonder just what she'd agreed to.

"um, Blaise?" said Ginny, as she rushed over to him.

"Yeah, what's up?" asked Blaise, as he leaned against a wall in the corridor.

Ginny walked over to him, kissed his cheek and whispered. "How would you like to teach me a few things?"

"Hmm? you want me to teach you a few things?" asked Blaise. "what type of things?"

Ginny took his hand and pulled him to a private room. "Come in here, blaise." she said, as she walked over to a desk. "I wanna give you something."

Blaise wondered what she wanted, so he walked over to her and kissed her cheek, then asked. "So, what do you want me to teach you?"

"Well first off, i want you to kiss me." said Ginny as she grabbed ahold of his Slytherin tie and pulled him to her lips. "Mmm, now i want you to teach me how to suck cock and to fuck."

"But, i thought you fucked Michael McManus?" asked Blaise.

"well i did, until Ron killed the baby." said Ginny. as she sat on the desk, took off her weasley sweater and reached under her skirt to take off her panties. "Here, how about you teach me a few things today, then you can show me the rest of the year after classes."

"Hmm, you know? that's not a bad idea." said Blaise. "Where do you wanna start?"

Ginny smiled as she leaned over into his ear and kissed it. "Look down under my skirt and take a guess."

Blaise bent down and looked between her legs to see her bushy red hair around her pussy. "Wow, so, you want me to teach you how to fuck, huh?"

"Yes, i want you to teach me everything, blaise." said Ginny. "Maybe we can meet in the Gryffindor locker rooms tonight."

"Of course, i'd love to show you tonight." said blaise, before he went between her legs and licked her clitoris. " how's that feel?"

"Mmm, that feels good." said Ginny trying not to moan. "Now what are you going to do?"

Blaise took off his trousers, reached into his briefs and pulled out his penis, Ginny looked to see it was eight inches long in length, her mouth drooled from seeing it, then looked up at him and said, "What?"

"you want me to teach you?" asked Blaise, Ginny nodded and he continued. "Okay, open your mouth, and stick out your tongue."

Ginny did as he instructed, she opened her mouth and went down on his cock, rolled her tongue over his bulbous head. she heard him moan only to giggle while she bobbed her head up and down while fondling his testicles with her hand.

"Oh Ginny, that feels so good." said Blaise, as he felt his penis jerk in her mouth. "Mmm!"

Ginny moaned as she swallowed his cum, and let go of his penis with a pop. "Oh boy, that tasted delicious Blaise."

"Well, that's lesson number one. tomorrow is lesson number two, i'll show you how to fuck." said Blaise.

"Hmm, okay Blaise," said Ginny. " but can you do one thing?"

"Of course, Ginny." said Blaise.

"Stick your big cock on my pussy," said Ginny. "Don't fuck me, just rub my clit with the head of your penis."

Blaise rubbed the head of his penis against her clit, causing her to moan in pleasure, "Mmm, Oh blaise!" as he kept moving back and forth on her pussy. "Mmm! Mmm! Oh yes!"

Blaise was about to say something when they were interrupted, so they placed an invisiblity charm on them while half naked and silently walked outside down to the Quidditch pitch. once they were there, they took off the charm and ran to the locker room, stepped inside and closed the door.

"Whew, luckily it was raining." said Ginny. stripping completely naked and conjuring a bed laying down on the sheet.

"Wow, you've got an amazing body Gin." said Blaise.

"Why thank you, now can you come here for a few hours?" said Ginny.

Blaise walked over to the bed, took a good look at her pussy before he jerked his penis until she placed her hand on it, jerked it some more and lined it up with her pussy. Ginny placed her legs over his shoulders and kissed his lips.

"Oh, it feels amazing." said Ginny, as she moved his penis into her pussy. "Now, let's make out."

While making out Blaise moved down to her breasts, playing with her nipples. going back to her lips, he finally pushed his penis into her waiting pussy.

"Oh yes!" Moaned Ginny.

"Are you okay?" asked Blaise. while pumping into her pussy.

"Mmm, yes, Let me take a moment." said Ginny.

"Hmm, you ready?" said Blaise.

"Mmm, oh yes, come on Zabini, i want all that Big Dick to Fuck me!" said Ginny

Blaise pulled out and slammed his penis back into Ginny, breaking her hymen.

"OH! FUCK YES!" Ginny screamed, she finally calmed down and nodded for blaise to continue.

Smiling again, the handsome Slytherin needed no further encouragement. Slowly and deliberately, he pushed his cock further and further inside her, causing Ginny to nearly cum on the spot. Taking a firm grip on her hips, he began to move backwards and forwards, repeatedly thrusting his dick deep into her pussy. She began to squeal each time he plunged into her, her body tingling with excitement like she had never experienced before.

"Oh, fuck yes!" she screamed as she took most of his length into her cunt in one go. This wasn't enough for her, however, and she ground herself down onto him until all his delicious cock was inside her.

"Glad i'm using the contraceptive charm." thought Blaise.

Blaise felt how tight it was down there, and nearly blacked out with pleasure himself, and then she took his face, "Blaise make love to me please. Go faster, harder, and deeper into me. Fuck me harder!" Ginny moaned.

"Damn, you're tight down here." said Blaise.

"Oh Blaise! it feels good!" said Ginny, as she got on her elbows and looked at him. "um, do me a favor."

"What kind of favor?" asked Blaise. as he stopped pumping.

"Take off the contraceptive charm, please." said Ginny, while she shifted to prop herself on his shoulders.

With a wave of his wand, he took off the contraceptive charm. As he leaned back over ginny, he wrapped her legs around his waist and nodded.

"Now, fuck me and hit my cervix." said Ginny confidently.

Blaise feeling like he wanted to stop, he finally rolled them over and kissed her deep. as he pulled back, he wondered why they made the bet in the first place.

"Ginny, do you want to be friends?" he asked. Ginny looked into his eyes, and nodded her head indicating her answer.

Finally satisfied, she climbed off of him, put on her clothes and grabbed her broom. "Don't we have a bet?"

"Oh yeah, let's go." said Blaise, grabbing his broom, before they walked out onto the pitch and took off into the air.

Ginny shivered in the cold night air as she stood on the Quidditch pitch, broom in hand, a quaffle waiting on the hard ground by her feet. She still wasn't sure whether she wanted to win or lose. She didn't know any witches at school who had been with Blaise—he was notoriously picky, and refused all the girls who asked him out—but she also thought it might be nice to get treated to dinner first, maybe get to know him better, before she shagged him.

She was still undecided when she saw him approaching through the dusk, a tall, muscular shadow.

"Shall we do this properly?" he asked when he reached her, his broom balanced in the crook of his elbow.

Ginny bristled. So he thought she would back out if their bet wasn't magical? A bolt of indignation shot through her veins.

"Gladly," she spat, and stuck out her wand as Blaise raised his own, their weapons meeting tip to tip between them.

"I, Blaise Zabini, wager Ginny Weasley," began Blaise, and red swirls and sparks shot forth from his wand until both their wands and hands were circled in a crimson glow, "over a match of one-versus-one Quidditch; the first to three goals will be the winner.

"Should I lose, I will take Ginny on a real date," he said disdainfully, and then his face broke into a cunning smile. "Should I win, Ginny will give me a shag and a blow."

Swallowing any doubts, Ginny's eyes narrowed and she stood up taller, squeezing her wand forcefully. "I, Ginny Weasley, accept the wager."

Red sparks burst forth from both their wands, lighting up the pitch for a brief moment before it went dark again.

Blaise grinned for a moment before his expression went solemn again. Ginny forced herself to breathe as she picked up the quaffle, taking it to the middle of the pitch and placing it back on the ground. Blaise took his position opposite her.

"Ten paces, then we go," she said firmly, setting her jaw, her competitiveness taking over. Blaise wasn't that good at Quidditch; he wasn't even on the Slytherin team. She could win. She'd get a date, and then she'd shag him.

"Go."

She took ten determined steps, then spun on her heel, mounted her broom, and shot forward as quickly as she could. She was surprised when she saw Blaise racing towards the quaffle, low over his broom. She only just managed to sweep the ball out from beneath his long arms, and their bodies jostled against each other's as he followed her upwards.

Ginny pressed herself more securely to her broom, eyes never wavering from the hoops at the end of the pitch. She felt rather than saw Blaise move from where he'd been pressed against her side, and then suddenly he was in front of her, causing her to veer wildly off course so as not to plough straight into him. The movement made her grip loosen, and before she could tighten it again, Blaise's strong hand had plucked the quaffle from her grasp.

She growled menacingly and took off after him as he bolted for the other set of goalposts. He was surprisingly fast, his muscular body hunched over his broom. Ginny urged her broom to go faster, but just as she caught up with him, he lobbed the quaffle lazily through the hoops, scoring his first goal.

"Bastard," Ginny hissed under her breath, diving downwards to grab the quaffle and then speeding in the opposite direction.

This time when Blaise tried to block her, she dipped neatly underneath him and continued on, her grip on the ball never faltering. She was nearly in scoring distance from the hoops when she felt her broom jerk violently. Turning her head, she found Blaise with a hand on the tail of her broom, a determined expression on his face.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Ginny growled at him as she struggled to keep her broom straight.

"Slytherin move—the tail biter," said Blaise, and with a shake of his arm wobbled her broom so powerfully that she dropped the quaffle. Blaise quickly scooped it from the air, flying off to score his second goal.

"That's cheating, you bastard!" Ginny screamed as she took the quaffle for the third time. She hovered on her broom, huffing angrily.

"Not according to the official rules," Blaise called back nonchalantly. "You giving up?"

"Hell no!"

Ginny took off again towards the goalposts, choosing this time to move back and forth haphazardly over the pitch so that Blaise could not predict her path. It seemed to be working, as she neither saw nor heard him as she flew. In fact, she was beginning to wonder if he had given up when she heard him shout, "Hey, Ginny! Sneak peak!"

Ginny's gaze snapped to the source of the words, only to find Blaise standing naked below her. His dark body glowed in the moonlight. His shoulders were broad, his body well-muscled, but what truly impressed Ginny was his cock. She'd always heard that black men were larger, but Blaise was truly a sight, hard as he was and as long and thick as her forearm. It was impossible not to stare, especially when he thrust his hips forward and began to stroke it.

It was only when she crashed unceremoniously into the goalposts that her gaze faltered from Blaise's cock. Knocked from her broom, she dropped the quaffle and plummeted to the ground. At the last second she felt herself slow down, only to land with a squelching thud in a goopy, cold mud puddle.

Gasping and livid, Ginny wrenched herself from the mud, only to see Blaise on his broom—still completely naked—scoring his final goal.

Ginny couldn't believe it. She'd lost.

Blaise landed a few metres away from her, looking oddly calm for a young man who was naked and had just won a good shagging.

Ginny scowled. She folded her arms over her chest, only to make a face as she felt the fabric squish. Muttering curse words silently to herself, she pulled out her wand, cleaned herself, and dried her robes.

"You cheated!" she yelled at Blaise when he reached her, arms folded once again.

"You're the one who chose not to watch where they were flying."

Ginny frowned and suppressed the urge to stomp her feet like a spoiled child, all the more angry because he was right.

"Still, you could've just kept your bloody clothes on." said Ginny. "It's late, we should go."