THE BEAUTY OF AN ORIGINAL....Blaise/Neville fic
Pairing: Blaise/Neville, (Ron/Draco, Harry/Draco, Harry/Draco/Ron all implied) Genre: Slash Warnings: Toys, Draco Bashing Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 1161
Summary: Blaise recognizes an original when he sees one, and believes those are the only ones worth having.
Disclaimer: The characters herein are not my creation, nor my property. They are the creation of J.K. Rowling and the property of Ms. Rowling, Scholastic Books and Warner Brothers (none of whom have sanctioned this). I am not profiting from this in any form.
Blaise Zabini had several sexual partners during his time at Hogwarts. He declined to call them lovers as that would have denoted some feeling beyond the urge to satisfy a primal itch. The dark skinned boy had an uncanny knowledge, for someone so young, of himself.
He had long recognized his family dynamic as not being something he wanted to participate in as an adult. Being a presentable accessory to his beautiful, if murderous, mother was not one of his ambitions. Nor was blind allegiance to a mudblood, and Blaise was well aware that was all Voldemort ever had been. Blaise also possessed strong talents for self perseveration, observation, strategic thinking and subterfuge. This combined with a keen sense of history and a sensual, of aloof, façade served him well. Certainly to the Slytherins, he was considered to be a loyal pureblood. It would not have done to be obvious. The war would not be won overnight and Blaise had every intention of surviving. If this misconception or misrepresentation gave him access to the occasional piece of interesting information, so be it.
Despots always fall. History taught Blaise this. And if the reign lasts longer than originally projected, certain prejudices increase. From persecuting and eradication mudbloods, the Dark Lord would move to possibly eradicating all short wizards, or those unable to procreate by natural or magical means. New enemies and scapegoats will always be needed. Because of this, Blaise has allowed certain pieces of information to be passed to McGonagall, Sprout, and other Professors without their even being aware of Blaise’s intent.
In other areas, the striking young man has made his desires known. He no longer associated with Draco, indeed neither do most of the Slytherins. His fellow dorm mates felt that either Draco betrayed the Dark Lord and his family, or that his presence was a danger to them. Blaise had never really cared for Draco, and now he could distance himself officially. Draco, for all his pureblood pretensions, can be course and obvious. Nowhere was this more obvious than in his choice of bed partners. Blaise wondered how long it would take Weasley and Potter to realize they were fucking the same boy. Zabini felt nothing but contempt for Draco’s motives either. If Malfoy was playing a game with the two other boys it was poorly planned, and bound to backfire. If Draco needed two or more lovers to satisfy his appetites, that again reflected poor choice. Blaise chose a lover that would satisfy all of his appetites. Unlike Draco, who was apparently drawn to the obvious, Blaise appreciated subtle beauty. In Blaise’s eyes an original was worth more than a carbon copy or cheap reproduction. A painting that one constantly saw new things in or new interpretations of was infinitely more worthy than one that could be taken in with a passing glance.
He chose his lover in 4th year, though the other boy had been left unaware of this. He was a pureblood of course. Blaise had been content to wait until the right time to begin his seduction. During the interim he had planned what he will do when the other boy become his. A new wardrobe of course would be needed to frame him appropriately. Beyond that, Blaise saw no need for changes. The contradictions intrigued the Slytherin. Shyness and social ineptness were mixed with hidden skills, if the reports from the ministry were to be believed. The endearing awkwardness would further heighten the flames he will ignite in the shy Gryffindor. The almost constant state of embarrassment deliciously heightened how attractive the boy could be, more so for his lack of awareness of his own appeal. Blaise could easily imagine what that flushed skin would look like under his darker body. The boy would be blushing and drained after Blaise took him, but still needing to be taken again.
Blaise began his seduction slowly. Neville would feel an almost imperceptible touch on the back of his neck after Charms. A single scarlet tipped white tulip would be found by his dinner plate. 2 books, “Gardens of The World” and “Famous Gardens of the Wizarding World” were delivered to his dorm. One cool morning, Neville appeared at breakfast wearing a topaz and gold scarf of some rich material, the color highlighting his caramel colored eyes.
Stage two began. A surprise picnic, delivered by Blaise, was eaten by the two boys outside of the greenhouses. It was nothing elaborate, just fresh fruit, vegetables, crusty bread and a perfectly ripe cheese. Somehow though, Neville felt special throughout the whole meal. Blaise then felt free to touch the boy. Soft caresses accented by rough nips let the Gryffindor know he was desired, however much he might have doubted it otherwise. The beautiful young man wanted his lover needy and craving release. One afternoon found the two grinding together with Blaise pulling back just before the point of release. Finally, over the holidays, Neville became his.
The same night most students left for home, Blaise entered the Gryffindor boy’s dorm. Potter and Weasley were both busy in Blaise’s own dorm taking their pleasure with Draco. Neither Thomas nor Finnigan had returned to school so the dorm was quite empty except for his, soon to be, lover. The first orders of business were to prepare Neville and to make him come. Long kisses were exchanged while Blaise undressed the trembling but willing boy. Dark, slender fingers stroked the fair skin followed by the rough rasp of a tongue. Toys of varying size were then rubbed across the smaller boys body with one hand while Blaise’s other began to prepare Neville’s entrance.
Blaise inserted one finger, gently stirring it around until the boy was ready for another. Two fingers became three. Three became four. Fingers became a small slender dildo. A slightly larger one soon followed. The final toy was a life sized replica. In a sudden fit of inspiration, Blaise had Neville lick the head of this with his tongue. The site almost made Blaise come. He allowed himself release while fucking Neville with the dildo, rubbing their cocks together until they both came, and Blaise was still hard. He slicked himself with their combined juices and swiftly entered Neville. Though he had prepared his lover well, there was some initial discomfort as Blaise was somewhat bigger than the largest toy he had used. Soon, very soon, Blaise is proven to be right. Neville’s skin is flushed with pleasure and from the embarrassment of begging for “More”. The mouth Blaise is plundering with his tongue and just as sweet as the arse he is buried in. Neville is truly beautiful, and it gives Blaise pleasure and pride to know that he is the one to see it. No one else ever will, Blaise will make sure of that. He may arouse Neville in public now and then to give Potter and Weasley a glimpse of what they missed. Ultimately though, his lover, his love, this wanton innocent belongs to him and neither will ever want another.