Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

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Blaise watched the group leave the small kitchen. They were acting not unlike chickens with their heads cut off. It had been decided, WITHOUT him, that he would be left here, while they gathered food from neighboring stores.

Ginny stayed behind to guard Blaise, in case he escaped. Other then the occasional glare, Ginny had said nothing to him. Blaise simply smiled sweetly at her in response. He was still trussed up like a turkey.

While Malfoy roamed, free as a Hippograph. The lunatic made an oath to defy the Dark Lord, FOR sex. Malfoy had no scruples. It was admiring.

Blaise stretched and felt the ropes begin to rub his wrists raw.

“I say, do you think you could untie me now?” questioned Blaise.

“Oh yes, where are my manners? Would you like some tea, perhaps a scone?” murmured Ginny sarcastically.

Blaise raised an eyebrow. “Do you have blueberry?”

Ginny hissed, “No I don’t have any bloody blueberry! You’re a captive, Zabini!”

Blaise shrugged. “You offered.”

Ginny rubbed her temple. Blaise thought she looked beautiful. Tired but fiery and alive in vibrant color.

“These ropes are rather cumbersome,” said Blaise tentatively.

“They are supposed to be,” whispered Ginny wearily.

Blaise turned up the charm a bit. He knew his scent was getting to her, especially without anyone else around them. Her delicate nose was twitching in delight. Her beautiful blue eyes were getting cloudy with unrecognized lust.

“Come on sweet, you know I would never hurt you,” whispered Blaise soothingly.

Ginny faltered and she moved closer to him, sitting down on a chair across from him. She peered up into his dark eyes narrowed in concentration. The ropes crisscrossed over his broad chest, and it emphasized his rugged physique in an almost sensual way.

Ginny wet her lips.

“You have me completely at your mercy, Ginerva,” Blaise shuddered when she touched her beautiful, pink tongue to her lips unconsciously.

Ginny scooted the chair closer and he could smell her distinct scent. Wild heather, a touch of rose and a female scent that called to all his primal male instincts.

“Untie me,” whispered Blaise slowly. His voice was playing havoc on her nerves and Ginny rose up and stood, staring down at him.

Her soft red hair fell about her shoulders and tickled against his face. Blaise closed his eyes and shivered as her hands reached out and dug through his dark hair.

“You’re my prisoner now, Zabini,” hissed Ginny. “You think I will let you get away with trying to seduce me?”

“Yes?” responded Blaise hopefully.

Ginny’s mouth crashed down on his own, her tongue delving inside his mouth. Blaise moaned as her hands began running over the planes of his chest and the ropes that were binding him. Blaise could feel himself getting ridiculously hard by this strange little scenario.

Ginny had the sweetest mouth, so hot and feverish. Her mouth traveled down to his neck, licking at him as suddenly she straddled his waist, rubbing her hot little body against him.

“I want you to beg,” Ginny moaned into his ear.

“I’m begging, I am begging…” mumbled Blaise feverishly as he felt her hot lithe body rubbing his thigh. “Bloody untie me you saucy bitch.”

Ginny grinned and she began to undo the ties around his wrists, feverishly tugging at him until he was loose.

Blaise suddenly came to life as he grabbed her waist and slammed her hard to the opposite side of the wall. Blaise’s mouth fell hard over her own, plunging and demanding as he wrapped her legs around his waist. Blaise groaned as he pulled back from the kiss and buried his lips at the top of her cleavage.

“Did you miss me, Ginerva?” Blaise spoke huskily as he nibbled at her flesh. Blaise could feel the nipples pebbling as he rubbed his calloused hands over the tops of her robes.

Ginny groaned from his teasing lips and she nodded. “Oh Gods, yes.”

Blaise pulled up her robes, and found her wet curls between her legs. It felt like soft silk between her folds. Ginny moaned against him as his long elegant fingers thrust inside her.

“Ready for me, my pet. As always,” Blaise pointed out smugly.

“Stop being a cocky prick and fuck me, Blaise,” screamed Ginny as she spread herself wider.

“You like my cocky prick, luv,” Blaise grinned as he slammed himself home, stretching her silk folds to the maximum with his sudden possession of her. Kitchen utensils fell with a clatter to the floor as the wall shook behind her.

“Oh gods, I missed that sexy noise you make when you are stuffed full of my cock, Pet,” whispered Blaise as he thrust again.Ginny whimpered and clutched his shoulders, letting the sensation flood through her.

“I’m going to hell for this,” cried Ginny.

“Yes, but at least you wont be alone,” Blaise shuddered and begin to pump up and into the hot, juicy witch.

Ginny began to scream, with each pounding thrust. Her nails slid into his back, gripping him closer as he pumped her. Another pan fell to the ground ignored by the couple.

Blaise began to sweat from the position and he groaned. “I want you on your knees, Ginny, You have been a naughty minx and you deserve my wrath,” Blaise hissed with a combination of pain and pleasure in his hoarse voice.

Ginny whimpered as he slid out and he pushed her against the table, spreading her out from behind. He could see her glistening pink hole, her plush round buttocks up in the air, quivering as she shook from desire. Her flushed cheeks and bright eyes were making him want to explode but he took his time. Pumping his cock once, he positioning at the sweet hot hole, his other hand pressed Ginny’s back flat on the kitchen table.

“You’re sweet titties look beautiful on this decrepit table. I should take you to the Zabini home in Milan. I would love to fuck you against mahogany floors. With your white skin and pink cheeks, it would look exquisite. Would you like that? On the other hand, perhaps you like marble. Your nipples would be continually hard from cold marble on your flesh, and my hot possession of your beautiful cunt would make a beautiful contrast. There are sexual advantages to obscene wealth like mine. Like the multitude of things I could rub your juicy body on while riding you, my pet,” murmured Blaise laconically. Balise suddenly gripped her hips, spread her out wide, slid up to the edge of the table between her legs, and pushed inside her.

Ginny felt deliciously stuffed while face down on the kitchen table. Ginny’s legs spread out impossibly wide and Blaise was between them, pushing inside and stretching the hot little witch out before plunging repeatedly into her.

Blaise’s words began to push Ginny over the edge, the imagery forcing her to feel like another possession for Blaise. The helplessness overwhelmed her, as her body recoiled from orgasm, after orgasm.

Blaise grinned toothily as he felt the hot, little witch soak his cock from orgasm. He continued to piston into her, whispering words of possession while he used her hot, tight cunt.

“Oh, gods Ginny.” Blaise groaned as he felt her walls clench around the head of his cock and he burst inside her, panting. “Good pet.”

Ginny shuddered from another mind-shattering orgasm as she felt him burst inside her, flooding her womb. Blaise eased gently off her and Ginny felt him hauling her off the kitchen table. She could feel his sperm leaking down the crack between her legs and she felt rubbery. Her cheeks flamed at the smug look on his face.

“I told you, you wanted it pet,” whispered Blaise. “Was that so bad?”

Ginny felt a huge lump in her throat and to her horror she could feel tears burning in her eyes. Ginny stared down at the table and shakily she tried to stand. Ginny turned away from him and gingerly picked up the kitchenware and replaced it back on the wall slowly, woodenly.

Ginny knew Blaise was using her. She was not a complete dunderhead. Deatheaters destroyed her family, and she had just slept with one. Willingly. It burned inside her, the guilt that was churning in her gut. Ginny blamed Blaise the whole time but really, it should have been herself.

She hated herself so deeply at that moment. She could remember the look on her brother’s face when he was killed, as vividly as if he was standing besides her. The lazy wizard who stood across from her probably danced at his funeral.

Ginny grabbed her stomach from the physical pain of her betrayal. It had always been her. She was a slut. No worse, a traitor to her family. Ginny knew that the others would see it the same way. She was so ashamed.

Blaise watched Ginny clutch her stomach and sit down on the floor, holding herself. He tilted his head in puzzlement. “What’s wrong, pet?” gently Blaise spoke as he walked towards her.

“Get away from me,” whispered Ginny. “Please.”

Blaise paused mid-stride. The broken, self-loathing in her tone was evident to him, he wasn’t a fool. The please was what caught him and he felt a strange pulse of sadness. Blaise shook it off mentally. The chit was just feeling sorry for herself, obviously, he had given her a great time and she was just sulking.

Blaise shrugged. “Suit yourself.” Blaise walked to the bathroom and shut the door.

Ginny heard the door close and she buried her face in her arms and wept. The tears once they began, didn’t seem to stop. Her body gave a shudder as she felt her stomach heaving from the pain that she was suddenly consumed with. She had not cried once, never mourned her family in the way that some said she should have. She knew she seemed like a cold bitch to many people. That just was not her way.

Ginny would rather fight then cry and be weak. Growing up with some many brothers taught her that crying did not solve anything. So then why was she crying now? Ginny closed her eyes, sobbing her heart out; gripped by the agony that was overwhelming her. She was betraying her entire families’ memory with a Deatheater that was using her for sex. So why couldn’t she say no to him? What was wrong with her?

Blaise leaned against the bathroom door, listening to Ginny sob her eyes out. Blaise was a bright wizard, crying after sex was NEVER a good thing. He felt a pain in his chest, listening to her pathetic little sobs that seemed to never stop. Why was she crying? She didn’t really think she was a slut, did she? Blaise slid down the door and sunk his head into his hands. This was killing him, listening to her cry. Didn’t she know what this was doing for his self-esteem?

Blaise realized he was beginning to be affected by the stubborn girl. Her pain was bothering him. He wanted it to end. Life is better when there was less pain to it. Blaise stood up and opened the door.

The littlest Weasel was not a pretty crier. She looked much better when flying at him in a temper, or sweaty from him making love to her. Err fucking her.

Blaise walked forward silently and he sat down next to her on the floor with a look of distaste for the obvious dirt he was sitting in.

“Ginny, please pet, why are you crying? You’re too mean to cry,” whispered Blaise, as he reached out to stroke her vibrant hair.

Ginny’s sobs gradual begin to slow as she felt his comforting hand stroking her hair, softly as though she was a wild animal he was trying to tame. Instead of that angering her, she felt emotionless.

“Because there is nothing else to do,” helplessly Ginny replied. Ginny lifted her tear soaked face, and Blaise felt a pang in his heart at her heartbreaking expression of self-hatred.

“Being with you is a betrayal to everyone in my family. I know this is a game for you Blaise, but my whole family was massacred by your people. Deatheaters. Now, I slept with one. For what? What’s wrong with me? I’m just a whore, just like you said,” sobbed Ginny, pressing her face into her hands.

“You’re not a whore Ginny.” Blaise stated empathetically. “You are a wonderful witch, vibrant, courageous and a fighter. Your family would be proud of you.”

“Pretty lies from a Deatheater looking to fuck me. Sorry if I don’t buy that one. But I do appreciate your doggedness. Do not want to lose your whore, I understand. Don’t worry I am sure once this crying jag is done, I will be more then happy to spread my legs again. ” Ginny’s sarcastic tone was filled with dull pain.

Blaise swallowed hard at her pain-soaked words. Blaise could not think, all he knew was that he had to stop this girl from crying, he shuddered when he thought of his promise to Snape.

“You didn’t betray anyway. I’m a spy,” hissed Blaise. “But you can’t tell ANYONE, Ginny. Promise me. Wizard’s Oath and all that.” Blaise waved his hand at her.

Ginny blinked and swallowed hard. “It doesn’t matter, I hardly knew it did I,” dully Ginny replied.

“Believe me, if I was a true Deatheater, you would have hated my guts. The things they do can steal a person’s soul. I was just having a bit of fun. It’s expected, Ginny.” Blaise looked surprisingly alert and his dark eyes intensely regarded her. “I skate by on the fact that everyone underestimates me. They expect me to be ineffectual. It’s part of my charm.” stated Blaise matter-of-factly.

“Now, swear.” Blaise gripped her arm. “You have to swear not to tell anyone.”

Ginny nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I swear never to reveal your true allegiances.” The Wizards Oath swelled up between them, and Blaise grabbed her and pulled her up against him.

“Now, you HAVE to kiss me,” demandingly Blaise whispered. He kissed Ginny hard on the mouth, tasting her tears still on her face.

Ginny felt hope blossom for the first time in a long time and she tenderly touched the side of Blaise’s face. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Blaise grimaced as he bit her bottom lip, trying to replace the tender moment with something less threatening, like sex.

“Gods, what happened here?” Luna walked inside, staring down at the kitchen pots scattered on the floor. “Oh, Blaise escaped and he is snogging Ginny...” trilled Luna.

Harry burst through the door and pointed his wand at Blaise. “WHAT do you think you are doing, Zabini?” growled Harry.

Ginny opened her mouth and Blaise kissed her thoroughly before releasing her out of breath.

Harry made a face. “Eww.”

Blaise grinned brilliantly. “It’s called snogging, Potter. If you did it more often, you would probably be a happier bloke. Ginerva was just going to tie me up again. It’s inhumane to keep someone tied up as long as you did. I need a walk around is all.”

Ginny looked like she would argue but Blaise shot her a warning look. “Time me up, Weasley,” growled Blaise.

Harry looked annoyed and he held up his hand. “Actually, we decided to untie you anyway. Malfoy says that we can trust you to be too lazy to do much to us. Plus, you could have already killed us all in our sleep,” sighed Harry.

Hermione walked with Draco and he plunked a bag of cans onto the table.

“Your on kitchen detail,” giggled Luna.

Blaise looked horrified. “Tie me up!”

“Please, just tie me up, I prefer it really,” whispered Blaise in horror.

Draco laughed. “What I tell you Potter? It is like Chinese water torture.”

Harry grinned at Draco. “Now, let’s get to work. We have a lot of ground to cover before nightfall.”






TBC


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A/N
I have my husband to thank for the better grammar in this chapter. He spanked me until I got it right! =P


Can I just say AWWW? Poor Blaise. As an Italian I know how terrible, having to cook using canned food is. It is the greatest horror, next to self-loathing girls crying. That is also horrible. Blaise is not having a good time of it, is he? Let me know what you think luves.


I have always felt Ginny’s outrage to be rooted in self hatred for failing to beat the Deatheaters and being forced to be a slave. She figures it would have been more honorable to die. Sadly, she wasn’t allowed that option and it has weighed on her. Luckily Blaise felt heroic today, TODAY. Heh.

Reirei.