Blaise Selwyn Zabini (dark_blaise) wrote in afreshrpg, @ 2012-04-24 11:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !backdated, !complete, character: pansy parkinson, retired: blaise zabini, time: 1998-04 |
Slightly backdated
Who: Blaise and Pansy
What: Blaise is bored and wants entertainment
When: Monday evening, April 23
Where: Random Corridor/Empty classroom
Status: Closed (PG-13)
Blaise had been sitting in the library forever when he’d reached out to the rest of the world via journal. When Pansy had offered to meet him for Merlin only knows what, he decided to take her up on the offer. Not that he was expecting anything, they were just friends after all.
At the moment he was making his way from the library toward the common room. Not knowing what exactly she had in mind for their rendezvous he took a route that wasn’t quite direct. Blaise could only hope that she thought the same way he did or else she would have to return to the Common Room and deal with a common encounter.
Pansy couldn’t say that she had ever tried very hard in school. Grades just simply weren’t that important to her, and her mother had always stressed that the truly meaningful thing that Pansy could take away from Hogwarts was social relationships. A wand could only get you so far, her mother had said, but an influential husband could really take you places.
If only Pansy had been good at them.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t capable of attracting a nice, young man. It was that she couldn’t seem to find one that could hold her attention long enough. The more a man pushed Pansy away, the more she wanted throw herself at him. And if a boy pursued her? Pansy often found herself bored very quickly.
Blaise had been tricky. There had been a moment, once. Had it even been a moment? It had been something. Enough to wet her appetite and make her want more... and yet, when she wanted more, she had somehow fallen away from his radar.
His quip in the journals about boredom had been an open opportunity to chime in and remind him that she was still there... that she existed. She hadn’t been quite sure what she had been suggesting, but Pansy was not at all opposed to improvisation. She strolled liesurely through the corridors, avoiding larger, common areas. She always loved the intimacy of a private meeting, no matter what the pretenses.
Michalea had reminded her son over the break that it was time to put away childish behaviors and begin to take seriously the mission of finding a decent wife. Not because he necessarily needed to marry well, but because it was the thing one did soon after graduation in their world. “Besides”, she had said, “a good woman will take care of you and make sure you are the king of her world.”
Blaise had rolled his eyes and feigned distress at his mother’s words. Of course he knew that he needed to think of settling down. He’d actually tired of chasing robes around the castle. He just found it ironic coming from his mother who was currently on husband number seven. Then again, if there was one thing his mother was an expert at it was choosing spouses. Though he had to wonder at times if things would have been different and he’d have had another outlook all together if Vincent hadn’t been killed. Then Blaise would have had the model of a stable household to glean from rather than quick fixes and throw aways to imitate.
He had made it even harder for himself by choosing not to get too involved with any of the girls in his own house while still at Hogwarts. It wasn’t that he didn’t find any of them worthy of his time. He simply felt that it would be a shame to spoil any of them prior to graduation. (Not that they were necessarily of the same mind.) For awhile he’d fancied Daphne but that was not to be as she and Theodore had found their way to each other.
Hell, he’d even found himself pulled to Pansy at one time. It had been rather a shock and he was certain she had designs on Malfoy. But damn, the snog had been one he’d kept in the back of his mind all this time. As a result he had found himself watching her out of the corner of his eye while doing his best to hide the fact that he watched her. Oh yes, Blaise Zabini was well aware of the fact that Pansy Parkinson existed.
As he made his way through the corridors he didn’t know what exactly she had in mind. Of course he could think of a few things, but those would break his rules. Once he wasn’t willing to compromise too much on until graduation. Not that he didn’t find himself wanting to from time to time. Not to mention that her short but promising words had left him wanting more of the small taste he’d had once before.
When he saw her coming down the corridor, Blaise paused before the door of an empty classroom. He wasn’t about to go in, that would have to be her decision. Besides, she’d been the one to bring up the meeting. “Parkinson,” he greeted her with a nod that wasn’t overly friendly. Yes, it was a bit formal, but to use her given name was more of an intamacy. Something he reserved for when Slytherins were around just other Slytherins and one never knew who might be coming down the corridor.
Pansy had always known a stable household. Her mother and father had married shortly after their Beauxbatons, and had been in love ever since. At least, as far as Pansy was concerned. If affairs had gone on, they had always been behind closed doors and hushed up. In public, Violet and Philip Parkinson were the picture of a model couple.
That alone made Pansy wonder why she was so rambunctious when it came to men. She loved the chase of flirtation, but she had little tolerance for stability. Perhaps she was simply afraid of a relationship becoming comfortable, and so liked to keep things a little rocky. At the very least, it kept things interesting.
Pansy had grinned at first when she saw Blaise at the other end of the corridor. His instructions to her had been so vague, and the Hogwarts castle was so big, that she hadn’t been certain she would find him at all. She knew she wanted to avoid the common room and the prying eyes of her housemates. She’d prefer to avoid the eyes of the entire school, if possible, as rumors often flew fast at Hogwarts. Although Pansy loved to know that she was on the mind of others, she liked to pick and choose her battles very carefully.
It stung a bit when he called her Parkinson, but she thought she understood. They were alone, but one could never be sure in Hogwarts. She stole a quick glance over her shoulder, but it seemed no one had followed her. Behind Blaise, there were only the empty halls of the castle close to curfew.
A slow, playful smile crept over her lips as the distance between them began to close. “Fancy meeting you here,” she purred quietly. She let herself get close enough to be no more than a breath away, looking up at him from under long eyelashes. Pansy had never been anywhere near Blaise’s height, but that was okay. She thought it was appropriate for a man to be taller than his woman, and Pansy would have never considered a shorter boy.
If Pansy weren’t one to settle down, Blaise had never noticed. Then again, he had never been one to allow a girl to take up too much of his attention anyway. He’d had a few partners over the years, most of which had been discreet and with students from other houses, typically older and all graduated. Still, he’d played the role with ease. Most of the girls thought him and incurable flirt who wanted nothing more than to snatch them up into a broom closet, have his way, then toss them out like dirty bath water. The exact opposite was the truth of the matter. He wanted to treat them with tenderness and usually did when the opportunity arose. It was actually he who had been used and forgotten over the years. Not that he minded, it had made it easy to stay unattached. He just marked each experience up to a moment that would assist him to be the best lover his future wife could expect to have.
Silently, he watched her approach. There was nothing in her walk that he’d not noticed before. In fact, she flowed down the corridor with the grace he had become accustomed to associating with the young woman before him. Oh yes, he’d watched her trying to grab Malfoy’s attention to no avail, but he wondered if she knew how valuable she really was. Not that he would admit to her that he found her more than intriguing. It was the air of mystery around her that had kept his attentions, had made him choose her offer over the flirtations of Josie.
“It would seem that great minds think alike,” a light smile played on his lips as he looked down upon her. “I was beginning to wonder if you’d find your way to me or whether I’d be forced to whisk you away from the Common Room once you returned disheartened from being unable to locate me.”
Now that she was close, Blaise could smell the light perfume she wore, a scent that had made it to his nose several times over the years making him slightly crazy even if he had never shown it. “So Miss Parkinson,” his voice cordial rather than the short greeting he’d given earlier, “how may I be of service to you this fine evening?”
“It is much more interesting out here than in the common room, don’t you think?” she said with a light shrug. She tipped her chin up to get a better look at him in the dark light of the hallway, and was more than pleased with the view she got. Blaise had always had a refined look to him, and the coldness and detachment had always given him a bit of mystery, like a secret waiting to be uncovered. It was just the sort of thing that drove Pansy wild.
“The better question might be, how may I be of service to you, Mr. Zabini?” She let her shoulders turn from side to side slightly as she shifted her weight. “Seeing as how I drew you away from the library with my wicked ways.”
There were a lot of things Blaise found interesting. Some of which were in the common room. Like the fact that several of their housemates acted tough as nails in the general populace but were really just as laid back and sometimes insecure as those from the other houses laid out for all to see. “Just a drafty old corridor,” he returned her shrug as if to brush off the fact that being here was anything out of the ordinary. “That is until you appeared,” he winked. He couldn’t help but fall back into his typical mannerisms, even if it was against his rules to work too hard to pull in one of his own.
When she did the little turned that seemed to be an offering of sorts he couldn’t help but notice the way her hair bounced slightly. She was cute, but there was something more than that and he couldn’t quite place a finger on it. “If memory serves me correctly you claimed to have already decided upon a few ways you could do exactly that.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Whatever your heart desires.” As he did so, his other hand reached out and pushed open the door to the classroom letting her know it was an option. Not that he necessarily was planning anything, but he was curious as hell as to what she had running through that mind of hers.
Pansy knew, and loved, this game. She licked her lips, which had suddenly felt dry, and caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she turned towards the classroom. "You did offer to help me with my charms homework," she mused, a soft glance over her shoulder at him as she led the way into the classroom. "You've always been the most charming individual I know."
Once safely inside the classroom, Pansy turned to look Blaise up and down again. She arched her back slightly so that her shoulders were braced against the wall, and she hooked her thumbs in the waistline of her pants as she surveyed his body. Blaise was quite satisfying to look at, despite not being involved in quidditch or any of the sports Pansy was familiar with. She found it important for a boy to take care of his body and have pride in his appearance, and Blaise certainly filled that role.
Blaise followed Pansy into the room and slowly closed the door behind them. He hadn’t missed the pull of teeth on her lips as she turned either. Damn it, why did she have to be so seductive when the last thing he wanted was to ruin the hold she had on him. He was perfectly fine with the way things were between them. Yet, he couldn’t help but toy with the ideas that were running through his mind. The way she leaned up against the wall staring at him didn’t help either. If he’d lacked any sort of self control he’d have had her pressed between it and himself at this very moment.
As he moved across the room he couldn’t help but feel her eyes on him. He knew that he wasn’t as buff as the quidditch players, but that didn’t mean he let himself go. Blaise often took the routes that meant walking the most stairs. He always carried his books with their full weight never using spells to lighten the load as others did. Hell, Blaise even did sit ups and push ups in the dorm when no one else was around. He was no slacker when it came to keeping himself in shape. He simply didn’t choose sports as the method in which to do so.
Instead of going to her he pulled a chair from behind a table and dragged it out into the open. “You’re rather charming yourself, Pansy,” he replied as he noticed she wasn’t in her school robes. Taking off his own robe he laid it across one of the nearby tables before straddling the chair and resting his arms across the back where he could properly appraise her. The arch of her back emphasized her breast and he felt pretty certain that if she made a move he might not be able to contain himself. “Perhaps you’ve been my inspiration all this time,” he teased even if the statement held a bit more truth than he would openly admit.
"Somehow, I doubt that," she chuckled just a bit. His act of taking off his robes had made her stir a bit, and Pansy cleared her throat in order to distract herself. There was so much space between them and she was a little disappointed about it.
Pansy licked her lips once again. She knew that Blaise wasn’t interested in her, and it drove her just a little crazy. She wasn't bad looking, and she knew that she was indeed charming when she wanted to be.
After a moment, she pushed off of the wall and closed some of the space between them. Pansy rested her hands on the back of the very same chair he was seated at, one on either side of his own. "So," she said over a soft sigh and a smile. "It seems we have this whole classroom to ourselves. Why don't we play a game?"
Blaise hated that he had to place the chair between them. Yet he knew that if he didn’t they could find themselves in a position they might later regret. With a sigh of frustration he looked down as she licked her lips again. He’d not been alone with her in such close proximity since fourth year. They’d just barely begun to explore who they were back then and neither of them had been ready for more than a simple snog. Since then he’d learned so much more and couldn’t help but wonder if she had gained some knowledge as well. When he looked back up she was standing there before him. Her hands resting just centimeters from his own. Her breast as eye level. Merlin, did she know what she was doing to him?
Blaise shifted back a wee bit so he could look into her face rather than at her rack. When he did so, his grip on the chair relaxed and his hands slid a little to where they were just barely resting against hers. “We do have the place to ourselves,” he quirked an eyebrow and turned his head slightly to the side. “What kind of game do you have in mind?” Aware of the light touch between them he pulled his hands back and placed them on his knees before he was tempted to pull over the chair.
The breath had quietly left her lungs when she felt the warmth of his skin against hers. Even though it had only been their fingers, Pansy had gotten herself in a hot and bothered state the moment she'd commented on his words. Maybe it had even been before that.
Her instinct was to straighten when he pulled his hands back, but she forced herself to stay. They were grown up now, she reminded herself. The snog in fourth year had seemed like ages ago, but she certainly hadn't forgotten it. If anything, she remembered it far too often Pansy was sick of being well behaved and was ready for her chasing to pay off.
She shifted so that her weight was on one foot, her other knee bent in a way that allowed for her hips to take what she hoped to be a flattering diagonal. "The kind of game where we can both be winners," she grinned mischievously. Her eyes glinted in a playful way, and her lips curled in her famous Pansy smirk. Again, she turned her shoulders from side to side, knowing damn well at what level her breasts were at. She hadn't actually had anything in particular in mind at the start, but now that she was in the moment, her mind had gone to the gutter.
Blaise had no idea why he’d even allowed her to pull him away from his studies. He’d had two other offers, one fully innocent and one that he knew wouldn’t lead anywhere other than a cold shower. Yet, the fact that he had no clue what Parkinson had in mind had been more enticing than the others.
When she moved again he was well aware of how shaggable she appeared at the moment. Hell, if she asked him to stand that might be a problem at this moment. Blaise suddenly wanted her more than he’d wanted anything in a long time. His fingers tightened against his knees as he remembered the feel of her breasts, breasts that had definitely filled out a bit more since their last encounter.
His eyes travelled the length of her body, pausing in all the right places. “Well I’ll have to trust that you know the rules,” he leaned in just enough to let her know that he was interested but not to seem overly so. Not to mention that his mind was still fighting his body for control of the situation. “Ladies first,” he cooed waiting to see what she did next.
Pansy, too, let her eyes roam along his body. It bothered her that he didn't exactly seem interested, although he wasn't disinterested either. She licked her lips, glancing down at his lap a moment, then back at his face with an easy smile. "Honey, I make up the rules as I go along."
Even though she wasn't a fan of making the first move, Pansy had become determined. She let her hands drop from the back of the chair, chasing the route of his hands and landing on his knees, which she squeezed coaxingly. She let her face dip close to his, and instead of kissing him as she might have in her fourth year, she instead parted her lips and allowed her teeth to graze against the skin where his neck met his shoulder. Pansy wanted to make one thing very clear to him: she was no longer just a girl.
It was taking everything Blaise had not to pull her to him. He was certain she thought he was being aloof. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath trying to do his best to contain himself and admit that this had not been a good idea. “I have rules too you know,” he said in all seriousness as he felt her breath caress his face.
He spoke too late for as the words exited his mouth he felt a nip on the skin at the base of his neck. He let out a groan of both frustration and need. Instinctively his head leaned to the side to give her more access. As he did so he opened his eyes and reached his hands out and placed them on her shoulders so he could gently lift her away from him even though his body protested. “The main one being that I don’t take advantage of my housemates.” He kneaded her shoulders as he spoke reluctant to actually let go of her but even more scared to pull her to him. He knew that this moment could be one of definition or destruction for whatever the future held in their individual lives.
His groan had spurred her on, and she was just about to bite a bit harder when he lifted her away. A quiet noise of protest escaped her throat, and immediately she felt her lips curve into a pout. It was almost as if her blood had immediately cooled, and she stepped back, narrowing her eyes at him and crossing her arms over her chest.
"Since when would that be taking advantage of me?" she quipped. Her lips quivered just slightly with the twinge of rejection, but she quickly pursed her lips to keep that emotion from taking over.
Blaise hadn’t watched her for these past three years and not picked up on a few of her mannerisms. Her separation from him and the crossing of her arms immediately signified that his words had stung her. Standing, he pushed the chair to the side and walked over to her. Again, he placed his hands on her, this time on her arms just below her shoulders. “Pansy, I have thought about this so many times over the years,” he admitted as he lightly rubbed her arms. “But that night after you left I put my housemates off limits. You know as well as I do that we’ve all been primed to observe each other for future potential.”
He knew as soon as he said them that the words sounded as if he was telling her that she wasn’t worth his time or energy, hell he didn’t know if she was. He’d never really given it much thought beyond wondering if a shag would be anywhere near as good as that short lived session all those years ago. Still, the words that his mother had said rang in his head and he couldn’t ignore them with her as easily as he could have some bint from one of the other houses. Blaise couldn’t help but wonder if her kiss could still light him on fire.
Not wanting to wonder any more, he tightened his grip on her arms and leaned down and covered her lips with his. Pansy’s response would give him the answer to whether or not he was really taking advantage of her.