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A Freak of Nature
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Adult +
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A/N:lisa -thank you:-) I've loved them too, pity they 're over. Max/Alec pairing had so much potential...
ccrawley -thank you, glad you liked it. Here is next one, about 200 words longer. (blushing). I promise, chapters will be longer after this one..
Bella Snape - Thank you so much! I really glad that you liked it. for what happen's next you will have to wait a bit. one or two chapters...
skye -Well, skye- Here is a bit of Blaise for you :-) hope you will like it....
angel -aw....so sweet. Here you go, the next chapter:-)
Lady Lynn -here's the next one for you. Hope you'll like it like the previouse.
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One impossible thing for human to do, is to lick his own elbow.
Ninety percent of those who read this statement immediately tried to prove this fact wrong attempting to recreate this particular process.
Unfortunately, humans are made in a very unique way: they do not believe what they read in books, never listen to elders and never learn from their past mistakes.
Blaise Zabini, however, was an exception of the rules.
‘Silent Italian’,’Slytherin Shadow’....he had many names in at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was a mystery man, even to his friends.
The young man stood proudly with his 6’1 frame. His unruly dark hair, olive skin and magnetic, indigo eyes were just a small addition to the lean and muscular body he possessed.
Not liking attention for his figure, he always tried to stay in the dark and preferred to be an observer. He was not very talkative, even with the few real friends he had. Theodore Nott and Millicent Bullstrode both could swear that during all six years at Hogwarts, he didn't said more than a dozen sentences in public.
But now, some things have changed , seeing as Blaise became Head Boy and started to share his quarters with the Head Girl, Hermione Granger of Gryffindor.
Their seventh year had only started and Blaise already said more words (...er..correction: swear words) towards his Head Colleague than he had said in his whole life.
He was torn in two. One part of him simply wanted to kill her, the other...well...he didn't formulated this part yet.
She was so practical, so damn logical and so much of a neat freak. In three words, he really suspected she had Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder….if he correctly remembered what muggles called it.
Really, she was always rearranging things in an obsessive way; every book and slip of parchment had its place. Even shampoo bottles in their joined bathroom stood on the shelf arranging in alphabetic order. Maybe it wasn't that bad, but she made him, of all people, do the same with his toiletries!
She was always cleaning things. If she had done it with a simply cleaning charm he wouldn’t have minded, but washing the floor in the common room with a rag ….that was just …how to formulate this correctly…sick?
The other thing was….she somehow managed to fascinate him in a way no one had before. He was not as easy to control; even Voldemort himself could not get him to serve. Blaise Zabini was a proud and stubborn young man who preferred to stay on the neutral side. This was war, there were no ‘bad’ or ‘good’ people, there were only enemies and sides. He had chosen his and did not intend to change it.
But this girl had only to put her hands on her hips, take a pose with expression on her face: one-move-and-–I-will-kill-you–with-my–bare-hands expression….and Bam! He was ready to perform all her stupid tasks.
She was as stubborn as he was, or maybe even more. She was unreachable. Not only for him, but to every male at Hogwarts. Wearing an illuminated sign on her face which screamed: Back off! –literally killed the mood on every bloke face who wanted to get near her. Potter and Weasley didn't helped the situation either. The looks they were sending to every daring boy around Granger were dreadful.
She was not striking beautifully. Not the bimbo type you could see mile away. Malfoy called her hair bushy. Have the boy ever seen an actual bush before in his pathetic life?
Her hair were soft and curly. Dark brown color which suit her perfectly. Small nose,full lips and those beautiful chocolate eyes she possessed. They had a few small flicks of gold in them and when she looked straight at you , you could get lost in them easily.
He thought she was rather filled out, a toned and strong girl. In his opinion, she had the ‘sport’ type of body. Where she got it, he had no idea. Probably from carrying those heavy books with her all the time. Not that he could see much of it, she was always wearing her school robes which hide a lot of her sight.
Earlier today he had quite possibly became the first bloke at this school to see the Brains of Gryffindor dressed like she had been on the day she was born.You see, their quarters had a joining bathroom and he had woken up a little bit earlier than he usually did. A trip in the bathroom to see the porcelain friend was in order and he decided to sneak in.
One misstep...
He forgot about the schedule and was thankful that she didn't see him,otherwise, he would dead now...that’s for sure.
When he walked in, she was standing in the shower under the stream of warm water. He could clearly see the outlines of her body. Her hands washing lazy circles of soap on her skin. Starting with her full breasts and going down to her abdomen a moment later and down to the insides of her tights.She moaned slightly, probably from the pleasure of water drops hitting on her bare skin.
He closed the door as fast as he had opened it. Leaning with his back on it he groaned aloud in frustration. He could defiantly forget about the loo, he was in need of the shower now; a cold one, that’s for sure.
They both were Heads, and one of the privileges of being them was the fact that they were eating at the Head Table now. At breakfast he noticed Dumbledore was absent and he heard that McGonagall had asked Granger to come up to his office after breakfast was over.
The expression of her face changed immediately, she suddenly became very nervous and stormed out of the Great Hall shortly after that, not even stopping by her House Table to talk with her friends.
Something was defiantly wrong with her. And Blaise Zabini needed to know what exactly that was.
A/N: next chapter will probably up on next tuesday, or maybe even on Sunday( if I'll find free time between preparing to mid-term exams in college)
ccrawley -thank you, glad you liked it. Here is next one, about 200 words longer. (blushing). I promise, chapters will be longer after this one..
Bella Snape - Thank you so much! I really glad that you liked it. for what happen's next you will have to wait a bit. one or two chapters...
skye -Well, skye- Here is a bit of Blaise for you :-) hope you will like it....
angel -aw....so sweet. Here you go, the next chapter:-)
Lady Lynn -here's the next one for you. Hope you'll like it like the previouse.
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One impossible thing for human to do, is to lick his own elbow.
Ninety percent of those who read this statement immediately tried to prove this fact wrong attempting to recreate this particular process.
Unfortunately, humans are made in a very unique way: they do not believe what they read in books, never listen to elders and never learn from their past mistakes.
Blaise Zabini, however, was an exception of the rules.
‘Silent Italian’,’Slytherin Shadow’....he had many names in at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was a mystery man, even to his friends.
The young man stood proudly with his 6’1 frame. His unruly dark hair, olive skin and magnetic, indigo eyes were just a small addition to the lean and muscular body he possessed.
Not liking attention for his figure, he always tried to stay in the dark and preferred to be an observer. He was not very talkative, even with the few real friends he had. Theodore Nott and Millicent Bullstrode both could swear that during all six years at Hogwarts, he didn't said more than a dozen sentences in public.
But now, some things have changed , seeing as Blaise became Head Boy and started to share his quarters with the Head Girl, Hermione Granger of Gryffindor.
Their seventh year had only started and Blaise already said more words (...er..correction: swear words) towards his Head Colleague than he had said in his whole life.
He was torn in two. One part of him simply wanted to kill her, the other...well...he didn't formulated this part yet.
She was so practical, so damn logical and so much of a neat freak. In three words, he really suspected she had Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder….if he correctly remembered what muggles called it.
Really, she was always rearranging things in an obsessive way; every book and slip of parchment had its place. Even shampoo bottles in their joined bathroom stood on the shelf arranging in alphabetic order. Maybe it wasn't that bad, but she made him, of all people, do the same with his toiletries!
She was always cleaning things. If she had done it with a simply cleaning charm he wouldn’t have minded, but washing the floor in the common room with a rag ….that was just …how to formulate this correctly…sick?
The other thing was….she somehow managed to fascinate him in a way no one had before. He was not as easy to control; even Voldemort himself could not get him to serve. Blaise Zabini was a proud and stubborn young man who preferred to stay on the neutral side. This was war, there were no ‘bad’ or ‘good’ people, there were only enemies and sides. He had chosen his and did not intend to change it.
But this girl had only to put her hands on her hips, take a pose with expression on her face: one-move-and-–I-will-kill-you–with-my–bare-hands expression….and Bam! He was ready to perform all her stupid tasks.
She was as stubborn as he was, or maybe even more. She was unreachable. Not only for him, but to every male at Hogwarts. Wearing an illuminated sign on her face which screamed: Back off! –literally killed the mood on every bloke face who wanted to get near her. Potter and Weasley didn't helped the situation either. The looks they were sending to every daring boy around Granger were dreadful.
She was not striking beautifully. Not the bimbo type you could see mile away. Malfoy called her hair bushy. Have the boy ever seen an actual bush before in his pathetic life?
Her hair were soft and curly. Dark brown color which suit her perfectly. Small nose,full lips and those beautiful chocolate eyes she possessed. They had a few small flicks of gold in them and when she looked straight at you , you could get lost in them easily.
He thought she was rather filled out, a toned and strong girl. In his opinion, she had the ‘sport’ type of body. Where she got it, he had no idea. Probably from carrying those heavy books with her all the time. Not that he could see much of it, she was always wearing her school robes which hide a lot of her sight.
Earlier today he had quite possibly became the first bloke at this school to see the Brains of Gryffindor dressed like she had been on the day she was born.You see, their quarters had a joining bathroom and he had woken up a little bit earlier than he usually did. A trip in the bathroom to see the porcelain friend was in order and he decided to sneak in.
One misstep...
He forgot about the schedule and was thankful that she didn't see him,otherwise, he would dead now...that’s for sure.
When he walked in, she was standing in the shower under the stream of warm water. He could clearly see the outlines of her body. Her hands washing lazy circles of soap on her skin. Starting with her full breasts and going down to her abdomen a moment later and down to the insides of her tights.She moaned slightly, probably from the pleasure of water drops hitting on her bare skin.
He closed the door as fast as he had opened it. Leaning with his back on it he groaned aloud in frustration. He could defiantly forget about the loo, he was in need of the shower now; a cold one, that’s for sure.
They both were Heads, and one of the privileges of being them was the fact that they were eating at the Head Table now. At breakfast he noticed Dumbledore was absent and he heard that McGonagall had asked Granger to come up to his office after breakfast was over.
The expression of her face changed immediately, she suddenly became very nervous and stormed out of the Great Hall shortly after that, not even stopping by her House Table to talk with her friends.
Something was defiantly wrong with her. And Blaise Zabini needed to know what exactly that was.
A/N: next chapter will probably up on next tuesday, or maybe even on Sunday( if I'll find free time between preparing to mid-term exams in college)