What About Blaise?

Simply put.. Blaise is a true pimp... lovely little smut action going on in this one... - Love Esme
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Blaise opened the front door to his flat for Ginny, stepping in Ginny knew Blaise was loaded, but his flat had a modest, but had a very comfortable feel to it. Aside from the titles of books and an occasional cauldron or wand on display, one might never know that this apartment belonged to a wizard. Everything in it had a very chic and hip look to it, so much like Blaise's simple yet elegant tastes.

Ginny awkwardly shifted her weight while trying to find something to say to Blaise while he was brewing her espresso. Blaise watched as the sunlight filtered through his window and onto her auburn hair, she caught him staring at her and gave her a sly smile "this is the part where I ask you your major... and then the conversation takes a really boring turn". Ginny laughed and relaxed a bit as she sat on an impossibly high stool in Blaise's kitchen."well.. since you asked my major is Healing, minoring in Potions, and yours?" Blaise handed her a cup of coffee "this should put some hair on your chest then... its a double shot of espresso".

Ginny couldn't help but realize how painfully attractive Blaise was. His smooth olive skin and jet black hair offset his captivating indigo eyes. Two things Ginny swore you could see in the dark were Blaise's eyes and his glimmering white teeth. He could have easily been a model and had suspicions he may have actually done some modeling for a muggle magazine. She loved his perfect lips and the way his thick shoulder length hair was pulled back elegantly.

She sipped delicately at the coffee "thanks". Blaise leaned back against the counter and Ginny could appraise the muscles in his chest and arms, he was solid and had a powerful build. Blaise sipped his coffee before responding "Potions major, and just recently declared a minor in political science". Ginny raised her eyebrows at him, shocked a pureblood wizard would study a muggle subject. "I know.. my mother tells me regularly that I won't able to use anything with that minor.. but I find it terribly interesting" Ginny entertained visions of the charming Blaise in a tweed jacket and horn rimmed glasses, looking most the history professor and almost chuckled aloud. "well if you promise to keep a secret... I wanted to really minor in history myself... but I can't fit in the course schedule". Blaise crossed his heart dramatically "secrets safe with me... but I do have to say that I admire you for majoring in potions when you are a former Gryffendor" "well I must say I bought Snapes speech about the subtle art of potions" Blaise gave her a dazzling smile and the pair laughed openly.

Blaise searched through his cabinets, "so it looks like all I have is pancakes... sound good to you?" "fine by me... I'm actually quite hungry after that walk" Blaise continued to carry the small talk while he quickly made her pancakes the muggle way. "what would you like on your pancakes Gin?" She liked the way he shortened her name and the way it rolled off his lips. "syrup's good if you have it". Blaise looked through his barren cupboards "syrup...ok no.. I don't have syrup either... but wait! I think I do have whip cream and fruit...ooo strawberries sound good right now... strawberries and whip cream ok?" "sounds good!" Ginny said a little too excitedly... remembering reading where strawberries were proven aphrodisiacs. Blaise set down the plates and took a seat next to Ginny.

"I've missed someone actually making me breakfast... living in the dorms doesn't give me much time to cook for myself, this is really very nice". "trust me when I was a freshmen in the dorms I was hopeless, I actually borrowed some Ramen noodles from some of my muggle friends and tried to cook them in my cauldron". The pair chatted with gusto through the rest of their breakfast, Blaise occasionally noting how she would suck the strawberries before biting into them, and how soft her lips looked, he wondered how they would feel wrapped around his cock. Blaise spotted some whip cream on her chin and without a second thought he leaned into her "hold still you have whip cream on your chin" he slowly wiped it off with his index finger and while looking Ginny straight in the eye he licked it off his finger. Ginny fought the urge to spray the can of whip cream all over him and lick it off, the sexual tension between them was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Blaise was about to ask her to dinner when a knock came on his door.

Mentally cursing whoever it was interrupting his seduction of the youngest Weasley, he shot daggers with his indigo eyes at the door. He got up slowly, giving Ginny a polite smile "excuse me". Ginny just nodded, her mind still foggy with thoughts of Blaise and what his strong hands could do to her. She could hear Blaise's voice arguing with another male voice, she thought it sounded familiar. "What do you want, I have company here". "you know what I want... I'm on break between classes so it'll have to be a quickie" the male voice said with irritation. Blaise sighed heavily "right NOW? this isn't a good time... come back later". Blaise tried to close the door but the man shoved his foot in the door "Who are you shagging that I can't know about?" "oh spare me, you never stop thinking with your dick, you know what? fine! come in... but I'm warning you.. if you act like an ass your gone" Blaise said with a growl.

Before she could place the familiar voice of the man, Blaise stepped into the kitchen followed by none other than Draco Malfoy. Ginny almost choked on the strawberry she was nibbling on. "Ginny... you know Draco, he likes to come over unannounced constantly". Draco shot him a sexy smirk before taking the seat Blaise was previously occupying. "Long time no see Weasley" he said before popping a strawberry off Blaise's plate into his mouth and reclining languorously onto the chair. Ginny took notice of how much he had changed since school, he didn't look like an evil weasel anymore... he had broad shoulders and his platinum hair was just a little past his ears, he was easily 6'3 with a lanky swimmers build, he was wearing ripped jeans and a black button up and looked quite the GQ model.

Ginny knew a lot had changed since the war was over and Draco renounced his father's way of life, but he was still the aristocratic, conceited bastard he ever was. "Hello Draco" she said cooly. Blaise could tell his chances of getting her in the sack tonight were evaporating into thin air the longer Draco remained at his apartment. "to what do I owe the dubious pleasure of your visit?" Blaise said as he cleared the empty plates from the table.". "well I don't think it would be appropriate to really go into detail in the presence of a lady to tell you the truth" Ginny was sure he was being snide... but he still had called her a lady, but she was all the more curious to what kind of relationship Blaise had with Draco.

Blaise's indigo eyes flashed with rage and his cheeks tinted a beautiful shade of pink. "Ginny, Draco goes to the Sorbonne, but still likes to apparate back to British soil as often as possible... particularly my hallway, so what's got your knickers in a bunch this week?" Blaise tried to diffuse the volatile situation as best he could... "aside from the fact that french witches never bother shaving?" Draco said with a smirk. Ginny couldn't help but let out a little giggle, until Draco locked eyes with her and she stopped in her tracks, the corner of his mouth curled up into a half smile while his eyes sparkled at her.

Blaise noticed the exchange and relaxed a bit. "yes well Draco says the french are the best at Occlumency... or hairy head cases as he likes to refer to them as, don't even ask him his major... it's far too complicated for we mere mortals to comprehend". Draco looked over at Ginny and gave her an appreciative glance "Actually, I'm a double major in Occlumency and psychology... and am currently writing my thesis" he said as if speaking only to Ginny.

"Paris must be amazing... so your fluent in French?" Ginny asked, her opinion of Draco changing rapidly at his interesting life. Draco leaned in closer to her "Qui mon cher, et vous avez de beaux yeux" Ginny felt herself swoon, she may not have realized what he said but it sounded like music to her.

Blaise was fluent in Italian, French and Spanish and would not sit idly by while Draco tried to steal his girl. "yes she does have beautiful eyes, donc vous baiser" (so fuck you) Draco raised an eyebrow to Blaise "that's what I came here for". Ginny felt a little out of the loop between the two Slytherins, but could tell there was an intense exchange of hostility coming off both wizards. "Well Blaise... breakfast was wonderful... but I really should be getting ready to go to class... it was nice seeing you Draco"

"you should come with me some weekend back to Paris... I'm sure you would love it" Draco said while taking her hand and placing a light kiss on the tops of her fingers. Ginny just stared openly at him, her mouth agape before Blaise gently nudged her chin and closed her mouth for her, he placed a hand at the small of her back possessively and guided her away from Draco "she will be too busy with me in Rome my friend... but it was nice of you to offer" He guided her to the door and she glanced back over her shoulder and saw Draco give her a sexy wink before she left the kitchen "think on it mon cher!" Draco bellowed from the kitchen.

"I apologize for his behavior... it must be all that french wine he chugs..." Blaise ran a hand through his hair and opened the door for her "I'd like to see you again... I'll owl you soon if that's ok with you?" "I'd like that a lot Blaise... and thank you for breakfast" She leaned up and gave him a chaste peck on his cheek before she turned and walked down the hall.

When she got back to her dorm she jumped on her bed and squealed with delight... she couldn't believe she had two of the hottest wizards alive fighting over her! She collapsed on her bed and kicked her legs in the air out of sheer excitement. Her room mate Stephanie walked in just at that moment.
"ok Gin... who is he and how good was it?" she said giving her a sly wink. "Oh my god Steph... I met the most amazing guy... ok well I already knew him... actually there were two of them and oh my god!!" Stephanie's eyes went wide with curiosity...

meanwhile back at Blaises flat...

"bastardo!" Blaise growled at Draco. "you know I love it when your mad" Draco said as he walked up to Blaise. "ok... I know I'm not hard up for witches here... but she's a bloody Gryffendor... they don't just fall naked into your lap". "Blaise... I'm sorry, she's yours... I just need a good fuck right now is all" Draco ran his hands up Blaise's muscular arms and started massaging his shoulders. "do you only think of yourself? YES!" Draco could tell he needed a little more persuading this time so he started sucking and biting on Blaise's ear lobes, knowing it was his Achilles heel. "ssstop...Draco, I'm serious...I"m pissed at you... ugh... gods! don't stop!..." Blaise groped Draco's shoulders as he felt Draco's rock hard cock rub against his stomach.

Draco deftly slipped Blaise's running shorts past his hips and took his length in his hand and began pumping him slowly. Blaise ripped open Draco's shirt and his buttons went flying over the kitchen floor, he trailed kisses down his chest and bit into his nipple. "FUCK! Blaise... J'ai besoin de vous" (I need you)

Blaise was a sucker for Draco when he spoke French "Oh yeah...Combien?" (how much?) Blaise growled out as he released the fly on Draco's ripped jeans and pulled them down his legs with one quick tug. He was grateful Draco rarely wore boxers and was able to grasp his cock in his hand. Blaise was rock hard at that point. Draco went wild with desire and tackled Blaise to the floor, tearing his shirt off and ripping his shorts off his legs. Draco straddled the bare Blaise and grabbed his hair, he crushed his lips onto his and their tongues fought for dominance.

Draco rolled off Blaise "on your hands and knees Zabini" Blaise smirked at Draco and did as he was told. Draco positioned himself at Blaise's opening, and thrust into him with force. Blaise felt like he was on fire as Draco pounded into him painfully at first. Draco reached down and grasped Blaise's cock, stroking him in rhythm with his own thrusts. Their love making was always rough and hastened, sometimes borderline S&M... Draco slapped Blaise's ass between thrusts and nipped at his glistening olive skin.

Draco was always transfixed with Blaise's tattoo in the middle of his shoulder blades, it was of the Italian horn, a symbol for good luck, Draco loved it because it was so phallic and looked like a snake slithering when Blaise would writhe underneath him.

Draco was panting and could feel Blaise trembling underneath him, he exploded inside Blaise and soon after brought Blaise to orgasm, his seed spilling onto his hand. He licked it up greedily. Draco collapsed on top of Blaise and then slowly rolled onto his back, Blaise followed suit. The pair were still panting lying naked on Blaise's kitchen floor.

Draco reached out for Blaise and ran his hands over his chest. "why is it that I never tire of fucking you?" Blaise just smiled knowingly and continued to stare up at the ceiling... still panting. "You didnt even get my shirt off completely this time" Draco said as he began buttoning his shirt lazily. "so when do you think your going to get Weasley to spread her legs for you?" "for someone of such high breeding and education you are the most crass motherfucker I know" Blaise said as he tried to get off the floor, "and I don't know... but I imagine it might take some time" "well you've already got scores of witches pounding down your door every night anyways". "Don't act like you don't like a challenge... trying to get into her knickers by complimenting her in french... which she doesn't understand... you've got balls romeo" "and you know you love them just the same... hey I hate to fuck and run... but I do need to get to class... I'll owl you later mate". Before Blaise could mutter a goodby Draco had dressed and was out the door to apparate back to Paris.

Blaise continued to lay on the cool kitchen floor for just a little longer, remembering he told Pansy he would help her with an essay tonight... meaning he would glance over it... make some notes in the margin and she would drag him into her bed. Blaise sighed, picked up his clothes and made his way to his shower, thinking that these slytherins would be the death of him.