Ginny Weasley (ofau_ginny) wrote in ourfunaus, @ 2014-09-11 22:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, au: scarlet, blaise, blaise/ginny, date: 1998 11, ginny |
RP: Impulse
When: Wednesday, November 4, 1998, Midday
Character/Pairing: Ginny and Blaise
Rating: R
Warnings: UST
Summary: Blaise "accosts" Ginny in a hallway and trouble ensues. Can they recover it?
Blaise had been making it his goal to drive Ginny Weasley absolutely up the wall. Really, she made it entirely too easy. It wasn't just about the lust he felt. It was a game of upmanship, which he was oh so good at. He always had been, really, and she rose to the occasion every time. If he ended up getting to literally screw her, more to the good, and in the meantime, he'd screw with her head and be satisfied.
Though he hoped more than just her temper responded to him. He rather thought he had her body in a turmoil.
He'd taken to appearing at random at least once a day where she would be. He could tell she was attempting to avoid him, but he'd been at this school a long time and a lot of Slytherins knew the tunnels others didn't necessarily pay attention to. Though he couldn't always touch her, he did when he could; when he couldn't, he always managed to whisper something in her ear or catch her eye and mouth something... or make some kind of gesture to definitely make her think of so-called forbidden things.
Classes had let out just a few minutes ago, and everyone flooded toward the Great Hall or their Common Rooms for lunch. Blaise had left his study session a few minutes early just so he could maneuver behind the Seventh Years when they arrived. Everyone stopped near the doors to the Great Hall -- someone had made some godawful mess with one of the Weasley Twins' Portable Swamps with some bastard sticking charm right in the doorway (not him, believe it or not), and everyone milled around trying to figure out what had happened and what to do. Blaise slipped just behind Ginny, and in a deep whisper only she could hear, he said, "What knickers are you wearing today, Red?"
Ginny had been avoiding Blaise Zabini, little good it seemed to be doing. He was driving her absolutely mad, and she was no closer to figuring out just what the hell she was going to do about it. She did know that if she didn't have sex soon, she just might spontaneously combust. Unfortunately, Harry continued to be rather evasive regarding spending quality, intimate time with her. She still couldn't decide whether or not she should just call it quits with him. That she was even considering it had her stomach in knots whenever it crossed her mind, but things just didn't feel right.
The truth was that she was young, still in school even, and this was the time in her life when she should be having fun. So much of her childhood had been ripped away from her, starting with that diary and going all through the war against Voldemort, but she'd survived it, and now she wanted to live.
Speaking of living... She was stuck with the crowd outside the Great Hall, smirking at the mess there. She had a feeling she knew exactly who'd done it, and she was fairly certain she'd profited from the sale of this particular Portable Swamp. She was so distracted by it that she didn't notice his approach behind her. There was a part of her, she thought, that was becoming attuned to him, which was a testament to how much of an affect he had on her.
Her body reacted almost immediately to his voice in her ear, though, and she leaned back toward him, as she always seemed to do now, despite her general avoidance of him. At his question, she smirked further, her head turning slightly to answer him, but not quite looking at him. "You assume I'm wearing any at all," she answered low enough to be just for him.
He scooted forward slightly, in part to be close (there was very little distance between them now) and in part because it really was beginning to be an absolute crush now, with pretty much everyone wanting to get lunch at just this moment, like normal. He tilted his head and looked down at her, both her face and of course, conveniently down her shirt.
"Well, I didn't want to assume you weren't," he replied. "Because then you'd get me for my presumption." A finger between them plucked faintly at the waist band of her skirt through her thin robe. "All for the better, though. Easier access."
At his words near her ear, Ginny chuckled and turned her head to look at him with a wicked expression. "Touché," she retorted, not even attempting to deny it. Of course, she hadn't actually said she wasn't wearing nickers, just pointing out the fact that he'd assumed. "For someone who's allowed access, perhaps," she said, tilting her head a bit and raising her brow pointedly.
After a glance around the still-crowded Entrance Hall outside the Great Hall, Ginny decided they probably weren't going to be able to get in there for lunch anytime soon. "There's no use sticking around here waiting," she commented to him before pushing away from him and through the crowd away from the Great Hall. She was trying to convince herself that she didn't necessarily want him to follow, but the truth was that even though she'd been avoiding him, she knew that it wasn't very seriously, that she enjoyed their banter very much and was becoming quite used to his 'intrusions'.
"Hmm. I will convince you I should be," he said with the utmost confidence. Though she was being most infuriatingly stubborn, it made for an excellent chase. His focus had rather narrowed a bit since she'd begun taunting him, and he was determined she give in.
Blaise couldn't help but follow. "Perhaps. Perhaps we can find somewhere to wile away the time while they get rid of it." He deliberately bumped his hip up against hers, something that could happen accidentally in the crowded hall. He kept his eyes on the shaded alcoves that came along every so often, intent on pulling her into one at the first opportunity. He managed to squeeze her arse again, body shielding the movement. "Hmmm. Wearing knickers, definitely," he murmured. "Bet if I slipped my hand up that too-short skirt, I'd feel them getting sopping wet, wanting my hand up inside of them." He kept his voice keyed just for her, velvet dark and sinful and explicit.
That had her shivering - in anticipation, though she couldn't admit that out loud! - and biting her lip on a reply that would probably just get her further in trouble with him. It was like she was dancing with the devil she'd heard muggles were always going on about, blaming their misdeeds on.
Although she didn't look back, she instinctively knew that he was following her, and if she were being honest, she'd expected and even wanted him to. She was about to reply when he squeezed her arse again, and she bit her lip to keep from making any sound in response to it, as all the responses would be encouraging, and she really wasn't supposed to be encouraging him. Good gods, his words were going to drive her batty. "You sure are full of yourself, aren't you?" she said, pretending her voice was steady.
Once they were past the crowd and heading down an empty corridor, she glanced at him. "I'm going to the kitchens for some lunch. I'd say you're welcome to come along, but I've a feeling it doesn't matter to you whether or not you're invited." And with that, she continued on down the corridor, heading for the portrait of the bowl of fruit.
"Perhaps a little. Other parts are pretty full as well, as I think you'd like to find out," he said. He'd always had a high libido, and chasing her lately was driving him crazy with need he wasn't really getting fulfilled how he wanted. "Besides I have basis for my confidence -- your nipples were hard as rocks once I breathed on your neck." He knew, he'd been looking conveniently down her blouse. He was pretty sure she'd left it unbuttoned a bit just for him. He could see the slightly aroused flush of her skin, too. He leaned forward and whispered again, "Bet you'd like my mouth on those."
He grinned wickedly. "No, I don't really need an invitation." Once out of sight, his fingers wrapped firmly around her wrist and pushed her back against the wall, a direct echo of the other day, body angled to hers but not quite touching. "Just how hungry are you today, Ginevra?" he drawled.
Oh, she could certainly imagine, and there was definitely part of her that wanted to find out. As crazy as he was being driven, she was sure she was being driven at least twice as crazy, especially because the outlet she was supposed to have didn't seem interested in that sort of thing. "Well, we are in a thousands year old castle, and it is a bit drafty," she hedged, though her lips twitched just faintly in amusement.
She made a soft sound of surprise when he pushed her back against a wall, something she knew should upset her, but good gods, it just made her more aroused. "Famished," she breathed in reply, looking up at him with a stare that was far too heated for how things were supposed to be between them.
He made a non-committal sound, knowing she was prevaricating and knowing he was right. He'd seen it happen, he'd had a very good view, after all.
She didn't put up one ounce of fight, and if that wasn't the evidence he needed, he didn't know what was. His gaze kept hers, intense and hot and full of lust. His leg slid between hers, pinning her more firmly in place. "I think there's plenty of things we can put in that mouth to fulfill you," he said bluntly. Though he wanted to kiss her hard and deep, instead he nipped again at her lower lip, sucking it into his mouth and slowly letting it slide between his teeth.
Her knees parted as his leg slid between them, and her breath came out as a soft moan. "Hmm, I'm not so sure that would be fulfilling," she teased with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Stop, stop, STOP! You know this is wrong, Ginny! You need to stop it! a frantic voice yelled in her mind, urging her to break away from him, to stop where she instinctively knew this was going. And then his teeth were nipping her lower lip, and he was sucking it, and that voice was quickly being quieted.
Leaning toward him, she lifted her hands to his shoulders, having the errant thought that she should be pushing him away. Instead, she was pulling him closer, leaning up against him, nearly begging him silently to kiss her fully.
In response to her soft moan, he pressed his leg up, purposefully letting it push against her. "I guarantee it'll be very... very... very fulfilling," he said. The thought of her mouth around him was incredibly erotic, and he rather thought he'd make her swallow if he could.
Blaise teased for a long moment, worrying at her lower lip. He waited until she whimpered, and then his mouth descended fully on hers, tongue thrusting into her mouth insistently. He groaned, a rough sound, as he proceeded to try to plunder every bit of her mouth that he could.
It was wrong, so very wrong, but Ginny couldn't find it in herself to make it stop. He had set her body on fire, and she had a feeling he was the only one who could put it out. Even if Harry suddenly decided to indulge her carnal desires, she couldn't imagine it being satisfying, not with thoughts of this Slytherin filling her mind, plaguing her fantasies. As he kissed her -finally!- she returned the kiss, rubbing against the leg between her own. Her mouth opened to him, welcoming him, her own tongue rubbing against his. It was hard to believe this was actually happening, but it was, and she could admit to herself that she didn't want it to stop.
She was a wanton little thing like he'd suspected. All to the better, he thought. Desire was nearly overwhelming, especially with how much of a tease she'd been being. He ground his leg up to her rubbing on it, grinning against her mouth at the reaction that garnered.
Wanton was an excellent description for her behavior in that moment, and for the first time since their first real interaction just a few days before, she wasn't fighting it. She hummed against the kiss as he ground his leg up against her further. Reality was creeping around the edges though, threatening to crash down over her, and she was doing her best to ignore it for just a little while longer.
It couldn't be ignored forever, though, and no matter how much she wished she could just spend the afternoon right here kissing this attractive, clever man - not that she'd tell him he was clever! - she had to stop it. So, with one last firm kiss against his lips, she broke away, leaning back against the wall and away from his leg. "Blaise," she breathed, saying his first name out loud for the first time. It felt weird on her lips, but she had to say something to give herself a moment to try to figure out what the hell she was supposed to say. "This... This needs to stop. We can't keep going round in circles like this." She didn't sound irritated, though, more exhausted and aroused and incredibly unsure of where to go from here.
He made a negatory sound as she broke the kiss and spoke. Oh well, he didn't have to kiss her lips. His lips found her neck and started to tantalize there (though notably just too softly to leave a mark). "I don't see why we have to stop," he said, teeth grazing her pulse. "Have some fun. Do what you want for a change."
Gods, but she wanted to. She wanted to succumb fully to him, to let him do things to her that she hadn't had in so long. "Because we're in a corridor and anyone could happen upon us at any moment," she murmured, but her head tilted to the side, body humming in pleasure as his lips moved against her neck. "And I shouldn't be doing this with you. I've got a boyfriend," she breathed, almost as an afterthought.
He looked through his lashes at her, not even bothering to lift his head. He did listen and immediately discarded her logic. "And your point is?" He said, a hand palming her breast through her shirt. He didn't care that they could be found - honestly it was a heady kink - and again, he didn't care about Harry the boyfriend. If it were Draco the boyfriend or such, life would be different, but she had crap taste.
Despite her protests, her chest pressed back against his hand, nipples tightening beneath his clever fingers. "My... my point..." What was her point again? Oh, right. "You've got to stop. I don't want to be this girl, Blaise," she said regretfully. "I don't want to cheat." And regardless of his opinion of Harry, she was still in a relationship with him, and he didn't deserve to be cheated on.
His fingers stroked and then tweaked as best they could through layers. "Then break up with him if you feel so bad," Blaise said, tongue flicking behind her ear. Or just don't tell him, he was tempted to say. "He doesn't have to know." Or he could; if not for the fact that the Gryffindors had a nasty habit of ganging up in overwhelming numbers against people, he would say it. But he'd already been jumped a couple times and school hadn't been in session that long. You didn't have to be a skilled wizard to beat up someone when you had fifteen people with you.
Oh, how she wished she could be that girl, the one who just did whatever she wanted without any care for who got hurt in the process. She wasn't though, no matter how much she wanted Blaise in that moment. "I can't do that with you pinning me against a wall, now can I?" she pointed out, not that she thought it would get him to stop. Oh, he was evil, suggesting that she just do it, cheat on Harry and assume that he'll never find out. "I'm sure he'd never find out," she retorted sarcastically. "Don't you know, the truth always has a way of coming out." And she'd already gone too far as it was. Despite not wanting to cheat on Harry, she already had, but that didn't mean it would be right to just go all the way with Blaise now.
His half smile as he finally lifted his head to look at her was sardonic, and his tone bordered on sarcastic. "Not always," he said, secrets in his eyes that he might never, ever tell. Of course, she didn't know his mother; she didn't know his secrets. But they lived there inside of him, and few if any knew some of them.
"I'm pretty sure you've already gone a wee bit too far, Ginevra," he said, pushing away from the wall and abruptly letting her stand on her own. That he was a bit put out was obvious, though he wasn't angry--precisely. "But whatever you wish." He bowed somewhat mockingly at her. "You know where to find me if you change your mind." Not that he planned on stopping his pursuit, but he could leave her uncertain on that front.
Well, if that expression didn't speak volumes to secrets hidden deep in his mind, then she was a blast-ended skrewt. Still, whether or not he'd managed to keep secrets didn't really matter, what did matter was that she definitely believed it would get back to Harry should she cheat on him... Well, more than she already had, anyway.
As he moved away from her abruptly, she stumbled a bit in her attempt to stay upright, glaring at him. "Oh, you bloody prick! You don't get what you want when you want it, so you're going to act like a petulant child? Good bye, and don't hold your breath," she replied snarkily. And then she turned on her heel and continued on down the hallway toward the portrait of fruit, though she was far from hungry now. If he couldn't even give her the little bit of respect to not push things until she was in a position to explore it without hurting someone she cared for very much, then why in the bloody hell should she even consider shagging him?
Blaise rolled his eyes, but only because his back was to her. Well, live dangerously. "I'm not the one throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of the hallway, Ginevra," he drawled with infuriating calmness, looking over his shoulder at her with very little expression on his face. "It's not my fault you can't figure out exactly what you want." He smiled blandly. "Do have a good day. Feel free to finish what we started all on your own."
Of course he was accusing her of throwing a tantrum. What a bloody prick! Oh, he was so infuriating! And his words sparked something in her. She drew her wand and cast a spell silently, quickly and with no warning. It was a variation of Petrificus Totalus, and would freeze him in place without making him fall, essentially rooting his legs to the ground, but still allowing him to move his head and speak. "You really think I don't know what I want?" she questioned, voice low and terrifyingly calm.
Stalking toward him, she poked a finger into his chest. "I know exactly what I want, you impatient prat! I'm bloody well not going to break up with him in a letter, and I can't see him again until Friday. I want to be able to look in the mirror and have some respect for the person staring back at me, and how the hell can I do that if I cheat on someone I do genuinely care about? And that's a rhetorical question, by the way. Merlin, you are so bloody infuriating!" she finished her little rant, though she didn't sound angry, and the last bit actually sounded slightly on the affectionate side. And with that, she released him from the spell, bracing herself for whatever retaliation might come.
His eyes flashed dangerously when her silent spell hit him. Oh, that was not a good move. One of the things he hated more than almost anything was being helpless at anyone's mercy. He'd been hurt more than once that way. The moment he was free, he pushed back up into her personal space, his wand out and the point under her chin in a quick and furious move. "Next time," he said in a low and dangerous voice, "ask me to stop. Do not spell me without my permission." It was a Thing, and hit on some of his deepest fears and memories. His jaw clenched and for the first time in front of her he had a moment to struggle for control. The mask fell back into place after a long moment. He smiled slightly, infuriatingly as she'd accused him of being. "Fine, then, lovie, do what you have to do. Then we'll see how you feel about things," he said smoothly, wand sliding easily back into his sleeve as if he hadn't just had it leveled at her. He was a complex man, was Blaise, and he'd deal with his problems on his own.
Oh shit, oh shit, why had she done that? Gods, if he'd done that to her, he wouldn't be standing right now, and who the hell knew what he would do to her now! Panic lit her eyes briefly when his wand shoved under her chin and he spoke in that low, dangerous voice. Before she had a chance to respond, though, he was putting his wand away and his mask was falling back in place. Stomping down on her own pride, she put her own wand away and reached out toward him, hesitating just a breath away as if she were afraid of how he would react if she were to touch him now. "I'm sorry," she said softly, genuinely. "I shouldn't have done that, and I won't again. You have my word."
Smiling faintly, she leaned up and brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth. Breaking away and taking a step back, she said, "Saturday, Blaise. I'll meet you on Saturday. And that's when Darkness at Death's Door comes out," she reminded him, not having forgotten about their bet and wanting to end this interaction on a better note.
She had no idea the will power it took to reel himself back in and so very quickly at that. He didn't get angry that easily, but for a moment he'd been rage filled and ready to do some major damage. He'd always had stellar self control though, even if it wasn't always a good thing. He nodded curtly at her, not ducking away from the touch but neither pursuing it like normal. "Good," he said.
He could tell what she was doing - subtle she wasn't - but he allowed it, not keen on stretching this out right now, not with the adrenaline and lust still in him. "Or whatever he's calling it now," he said, a faint smile ghosting over his lips.
No, Ginny didn't know how deep his self control had to go, but she could imagine that it was quite a bit, and she couldn't blame him. She'd acted impulsively, despite knowing how often that just didn't end well. Accepting the lack of normal response from him with nothing more than a soft sigh. It was far easier to focus on her not-so-subtle change of subject. "She," she countered, lips twitching in amusement. "Saturday, Blaise," she said, and with that, she turned and went down the hallway, heading back toward the Entrance Hall, food forgotten.
"Saturday, " he agreed congenially. He would look forward to it.