Fic: Like a Pill - Ginny Weasley/Zacharias Smith - NC17 Title: Just Like a Pill Requestor:gunderpants Author:spinneresque Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Zacharias Smith/Ginny Weasley Summary: Ever wondered why Zacharias Smith is as annoying and arrogant as he is? Well, in his own mind he has a very good reason. Warnings: None
Author's note: Written for hp_summersmut 2007 for gunderpants, who requested "HUMOUR! I hate reading self-indulgent angst. Make me laugh. Also, I would seriously love to see some laughs and lashings of the old ultra-violence. I love swearing. Please push the boundaries of good taste and go wild with disgusting language. In terms of kink, I really like seeing strong female characters kicking ass and calling people on their shit, and just this once it'd be nice to not have any typical PIV penetrative sex".
He was pretty certain she hated him at this point, but really, that only made it that much better, that much more real, and that much more arousing. Ever since his fifth year at school, Zacharias Smith had two favourite girls: Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley. Unfortunately, Hermione Granger had left school along with Ron Weasley and Harry Potter to bring down Voldemort which in itself – he had to admit – was a pretty admirable course of action. However, it did leave him with only one girl worthy of his attention: Ginny Weasley.
And what a girl she was. Just the right height, pert breasts that would bounce ever so slightly whenever she walked or gesticulated as she talked, and a bum that had the perfect roundness to make her skirt brush against tight covered, muscular thighs. Yeah, Ginny Weasley’s body was a spectacle in itself, a fact there was general consensus about in the seventh year Hufflepuff boy’s dormitory every night, or whenever they were sharing farfetched tales of conquests made (in most cases; wishful thinking). Every so often, her name would be brought up as well. Bright shiny brown eyes that resembled those of a lioness on the prowl for her own prey, a button nose that softened up her otherwise sharp facial features framed by a mane of vibrant red hair, and a mouth, with dark rose lips that had a perfect pout made for snogging.
Yes, Zacharias Smith saw all those things too, especially the lips, although when he saw them, the visions that came to him were hardly ever those of snogging or kissing. No, they were visions of how they moved in perfect harmony with her tongue as she spoke or, even better, as they formed harsh words of insults at people who had stepped on her toes or questioned one too many of the causes she believed in. He had seen it for the first time during the meeting Harry Potter had called at The Hog’s Head back in his fifth year. Really, his only reason for going at all had been Hermione Granger, who hadn’t failed to deliver. However, Ginny Weasley had proven to be a praiseworthy contestant who had yet to fail living up to disappoint him.
Ginny Weasley was also the reason Zach currently found himself in the Potions section of the library. His O.W.L. in Potions had only earned him an A, a mark high enough for him to pass but not enough for him to continue on N.E.W.T. level. However, Ginny was in her first year of N.E.W.T. level Potions and he knew he’d find her among the stacks. He had seen her walk into the library alone, and a quick scan of the room had told him that aside from Ginny, only Madam Pince was present. It couldn’t get much better than this because at that time of night if you weren’t in the library already, you most likely wouldn’t go there at all. This would leave him with minimal risk of being interrupted.
She was hovering over a huge, dusty tome when he finally approached her. Her quill was dancing across a piece of parchment right next to it, and her left hand was keeping her fiery hair from dropping into her eyes. Now all he needed was an excuse to make contact. Red hair and freckles? Nope, he had done that already. Potions? That one was getting old too, plus, he didn’t really wanted to go into something he wasn’t completely sure about and wind up looking like a complete fool to her. Then he spotted it; the minute badge on her bag. It was orange, so orange that had it been a sound, it would have pierced your eardrums, and written across the front in plain, black letters were the words: ‘Chudley Cannons’.
He sent a silent ‘thank you’ to the fates for this opportunity, sauntered to the table, and without a word, he drew up a chair and sat down across from her. “What do you want, Smith?” she asked without even raising her eyes to look at him. This truly was going to be the perfect night, he could just feel it.
“D’you know why the Cannons just cannot win?” he asked, and slumped back in his seat, resting his foot on the chair next to him.
“Not really,” Ginny replied. She never looked up at him once. That coupled with the lack of interest in her voice made him swallow down in order to keep from gasping loudly. She was incredible; this build-up was… He could feel himself stir to life already.
“Ragmar Dorkins,” Zach said, nodding to emphasise his point. Not once did he take his eyes off her, knowing that the minute she did look up at him, his confident stare and nonchalant position would provoke her even more. “Yeah, his priorities are all bollixed up when it comes to recruiting players.”
The small snort that came from her was an obvious sign that he had caught her attention, she just wasn’t about to show him. He needed something more, something more direct, something that would really get her going.
“Just look at the way he’s focused on the Seeker and only one Beater simply because they supposedly were good.” He watched her, intently aware of every minute change in her position, any small difference in her breathing, or possible jerks to indicate she was on the verge of snapping up her head to look at him. There were none. Bloody hell, but she was good. However, when he finally made her go off, she would be worth all of the hard work and then some. “Joey Jenkins is a marvellous Beater, but what good does that do them when the other Beater can’t hit shite in the middle of a pile of rubbish? And just how many bad days is it acceptable for a star Seeker like Galvin Gudgeon to have? No good if his only decent days are during practice, right?”
There it was! The small twitch of her fingers in her hair along with the short pause in the dance of her quill. This was where he needed to choose the final blow carefully. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears already, his cock twitching in anticipation of what was to come. He wet his lips.
“See, the real brilliance lies in having players that are strong enough to support the stars like the Quiberon Quafflepunchers and the Harpies-“ He was going to say more, but Ginny’s shrill voice cut him off.
“Quiberon and the Harps? Quiberon and the Harps?!” Madam Pince’s immediate shush had Ginny sink down a bit, her voice lowered to almost a hiss, as she continued. “You’re not actually comparing the Cannons with Quiberon and the Harps? A group of French poufs so feminine it’s a wonder they haven’t smashed another team to a pulp because of PMS, and a bunch of Welsh pea rollers that collectively have more testosterone than all the Falcons combined.” Her eyes were flashing brightly, and her lips and jaw were set in a way that made nobody doubt that this wasn’t a girl to be messed with, least of all at this moment. Maybe he was odd for not finding the same things attractive as the other blokes in his dorm but when Ginny’s voice sounded like this, when her eyes were filled with spite and the crinkle of her brow told him she refused to change her mind, that’s when he found her the most sexy. And right now he was the only one to see her like this.
He put his foot down on the floor. His trousers were beginning to feel too tight and, like many other times, he thanked the Board of Governors for making the long and roomy cloak a mandatory part of the school uniform.
“I am,” he said matter-of-factly and leaned forward to support his forearms on the table. With a small shift of his hips, he managed to get himself a slight bit more comfortable, though it was tough given his current condition. “Both teams are very-“ Again, she cut him off.
“I. Don’t. Care.” She hissed, emphasising each word perfectly as her eyes locked onto his. Zacharias Smith thought he was going to pass out just then. If he hadn’t been cautious, he would have come in his boxers that very same minute and that would have been a waste of perfectly good build-up. “I came here to prepare for the next Potions exam, not to give you an opportunity to wallow in your fascination for French men in pink robes. If you’re really that desperate, I think the library might be stocked up on all of Lockhart’s books. As far as I remember, they are stashed full of smiley, sparkly pictures of him. So, why don’t you go have yourself a nice wank over them, and let me get my studying done?”
Zacharias sent her a smirk as he got up from the chair, careful to keep his cloak closed in the front and his arse pushed back slightly to keep his erection from poking through and making itself evident. “As you wish, Miss Weasley,” he said with a mock bow. “Far be it from me to rub your face in the harsh realities of professional Quidditch.”
He only just managed to duck out of the way when a piece of well-chewed gum came flying in his direction, and the sound of an angry growl rose from Ginny. It was hard to move away in a dignified manner, what with a throbbing hard cock between his legs that he wanted to keep hidden, and the urge to jump high in celebration of the incredible success he had just achieved. No, the next aisle between the rows of books would have to do, lest he waste it all for nothing.
Zacharias Smith barely made it in, away from the main aisle, before his cloak was on the floor and his trousers undone. He dipped his hand down and, with a silent sigh of relief, he freed his hard cock, letting it jut out for just a moment as he leaned back against the shelves behind him. He cupped his hands around his testicles, massaging and squeezing them as he pulled his wand from his pocket.
“Silencio,” he whispered as he pointed the wand at himself. Ginny was too close for him to run the risk of getting caught like this and he knew he couldn’t do it in any way that even remotely resembled quiet.
The wand ended up abandoned atop his cloak on the floor as he pulled up his balls, allowing him to press two fingers hard against his scrotum. He bucked against his hand and closed the fingers of his other hand around his cock, drawing down the moisture from the head as he tightened his hold. Images of Ginny’s lips spewing words at him and her eyes flashing coursed through his mind as his fist pumped hard, his hips bucking against his hands, his fingers on his balls pressing harder. This wouldn’t take long but the immense pleasure that kept building up in his lower abdomen was already taking away his breath, small beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and just focused on the images in his head. The pumping hand was no longer just a hand but her mouth, her eyes, her harsh words. It was his only means to attain what he so desperately wanted, his only remedy to find succour and reach that ideal point of metaphysical and spiritual ecstasy that would let him achieve that perfect… white… pure… bliss.
~*~
Glancing through her eyelashes, Ginny saw how Zacharias pretended to sulk away. As soon as he was out of sight, a satisfied grin appeared on her face. She couldn’t have planned this much better and, if she had judged his breathing correctly, which she was pretty sure she had, he wouldn’t make it past the next aisle. Perfection!!
Careful to be quiet, she picked up one of the books which was big enough to cover her lap, but thin enough to not be heavy, and turned her seat until she was facing away from the main aisle. She summoned a nearby chair, and put up her feet, letting the book come to rest on her thighs, covering up the way her hand sneaked under her skirt and down her knickers. If she tilted her head just so she had a perfect view of Zacharias and how he pleased himself.
As annoying and arrogant as he was, he had an incredible body. And, as Ginny had discovered on a previous occasion - when she had followed him to see where he went once he had ticked her off enough for her to consider smacking him for real – an alright cock that he obviously knew how to handle in a way that made her wet just thinking about it.
Tonight was no different. Her fingers spread her fold as they slid down on either side of her nub, everything slick with the thick moisture of her arousal. She tightened her fingers slightly, pressing around her clit as she rubbed the smooth skin on either side. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, unconsciously matching the rhythm of Zacharias’ hand. She pressed her free hand flat against the lower part of her belly, and immediately small contractions started jerking her hips. Her teeth dug into her lower lip to keep her from moaning loudly, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer, although she wanted to keep watching him.
As they closed, memories of lips on her body came to her. She could feel the suction of his mouth on her hard, sensitive nipple through her bra, the pressure of his body as it slid down hers. Memories of The Boy Who Lived rolling over to lie beside her as they did this together, a mutual respect that neither of them were ready to move further than this.
Her hand came up to squeeze her breast hard, the fingers rolling the nipple as other fingers dug into her soft flesh, until she tensed up. She pressed her thighs tightly together around her other hand as the orgasm made her jerk in the chair. She remembered his mouth, the mouth that would swallow that final moan of ecstasy right before she would relax, filling her with the most incredible sense of peace and well-being.
One-by-one her muscles relaxed, allowing her to finally place her feet on the floor. The book in her lap began sliding down, she caught it quickly, before it could fall completely. Then, she turned back to the table and the tome she had left, quickly getting it closed up and back on the shelf where she'd found it.
There would be no more studying tonight. She had gotten what she had come for. It hadn’t even taken that much effort. Thanks to a well-placed badge on her bag , Ginny Weasley had secured another night of peaceful sleep.