After Midnight

Ginny sighed as she looked out over the balcony of the Zabini home in Napoli. The sky over the beach was the most beautiful azure blue she had seen in quite some time and there was a slight breeze stirring the air making it absolutely perfect weather for flying. It seemed wretchedly unfair to her that the world could still look so beautiful when so many awful things had happened. She rubbed her hands over her arms, making the gold bangles she wore on her wrists jingle, alerting her presence to the sea gulls flying over head. It also alerted the man lounging in the bed behind her that she was awake. Ginny didn’t even turn around when he got up and stood behind her, placing his large hands on the railing, caging her in between him.

“Every time we come to this house, bella, you never sleep in past 7:30 no matter how late I kept you up the night before,” he said as he kissed her neck before resting his chin on the top of her head.

“I love watching the morning on the beach. The sky is so pretty here in the morning,” Ginny sighed. Blaise was now running his hands over the blue silk night gown she wore, pulling up the lace hem and working his fingers through the red curls over the slit between her legs. He loved the color of that particular patch of hair and the way it contrasted with her pale skin. He allowed her to wax the hair on the outer lips of her sex, but he demanded that she keep the triangle of hair on her pubic bone.

“I can think of prettier things in the morning,” Blaise said in a raw voice. “For instance, there’s the way the flush creeps up from your breasts to your neck to your face when you come for me after I wake you up with my tongue.” He now had one hand fully working her pussy; two fingers inside her cunt whilst his thumb worked her clit and the other hand was caressing her breasts, that thumb running lightly over her nipples through the lace at the top of her night gown.

Moaning, she thrust her head back onto his shoulder, bringing one hand up to thread through his shoulder length hair. She ground her backside into his morning erection and heard him hiss with pleasure. He bit the top of her ear, over the carved gold band attached to the cartilage at the curved shell. She was wearing large, gold, dangly earrings that tinkled whenever she moved her head. Blaise loved having her wear the gold jewelry that made so much noise. He liked to draw attention when they went out and if people didn’t notice her beauty at first because they weren’t looking in her direction, the light, musical tinkling of her earrings or bangles made them look.

Having enough of being teased by her pert little ass, Blaise turned Ginny around and pulled the blue silk garment over her head in one fluid motion, leaving her naked to his gaze. Kissing him on the mouth, Ginny got on her knees and pulled his boxer shorts down his tanned legs, having him step out of them. His cock bounced in her face and she pumped her long, graceful fingers up and down his darkened shaft before taking the tip into her mouth.

“I love your mouth, Ginny,” Blaise murmured as he stroked her hair while she bobbed on his member. “It’s so tiny and so hot that it almost burns. Your tongue is so sweet and light, I never have found anyone who’s better at this than you.” He stepped back and pulled her to her feet, picking her up and setting her on the railing of the balcony, pushed his engorged cock into the tight sheath of her dripping wet pussy.

Ginny gasped because Blaise was leaning her over the edge so that she could either wrap herself around him tightly and cling to him for dear life, or she could lose her balance and fall the two stories to the ground. She knew he had done it on purpose and it infuriated her. Struggling away from him was not an option so she wrapped her legs around his hips like a vise, hoping to bruise him or at least make him as uncomfortable as possible. When he merely smirked at her attempts to hurt him from her precarious position, she bit down on his shoulder and drug her manicured nails along his back, leaving claw marks that made him throw back his head as he gave a short grunt of pain followed by a hiss and laughter as he pounded into her voraciously.

“I love it when you’re feisty,” he said. “I love the way your eyes flash and I love the color of your skin when you’re angry.” He worked his hips into hers and bit his way from just below her ear down her neck to her collar bone. She knew that she would have a series of red marks that would last on her fair skin all morning.

Finally, he moved them away from the balcony and onto a sun recliner, forcing her to straddle him. Ginny took the opportunity to bring her hand back, intending to slap him, but he caught her wrist and pinned her arms behind her back. Leaning forwards as she continued to work her hips over his cock, Blaise sucked each of her breasts into his mouth in turns, trying to hold them there with nothing but the suction of his mouth while they bounced from the movement of their coupling. Even though he had her pinned, Ginny took the opportunity to move her sex up and down his cock in an attempt to get at her own pleasure, completely ignoring his. She felt vindicated using him, even if it was a small victory. After all, he used her body for his own pleasure everyday; it didn’t matter that he made her come because that in and of itself was another form of using her to stoke his ego. She wanted him to feel as objectified as she often did.

Blaise was grinning up at her and he let go of her arms and lay back, grabbing her hips. Ginny glared down at him with contempt, but it couldn’t stop the orgasm that washed over her. She felt the tightening of her muscles around his cock as they fluttered around the thick member and she knew that the blush he loved so much was creeping its way up her body as she finally cried out her release. She felt limp and boneless as she stopped moving, keeping the long, thick, male organ inside her. It was actually quite pleasant to have him still erect inside her. She didn’t have much time to enjoy it however, because he got up, taking her with him and once again bent her over the railing of the balcony. This time however, she was facing out towards the ocean as he grabbed her thighs in his large hands and lifted her so that her feet weren’t touching the ground and entered her from behind. He held her legs wide open because she knew he loved watching his cock disappear inside her.

“Move your hips, cara,” he breathed as he pumped in and out of her. She knew he wanted her to move them in a circular motion that made it possible for him to feel every single part of her insides.

“I can’t,” she moaned, “I’m too tired.” They’d been at it for almost an hour and through it all, Ginny had never once stopped moving and the powerful orgasm that had just ripped through her body had drained her energy.

Blaise raised one hand and smacked her on the ass with tremendous force. “Do it!” he whispered dangerously. “You had plenty of energy to get your own release, pet. Now it’s time for mine and I want it to be good. If I wanted to just come and be done with it, I’d use a couple of putanas from town, however, I want to come so hard that I won’t be able to see straight. Now move your hips, Ginny!” He slapped her again and then grabbed her waist and gave her a good shake.

Not wanting to give the handsome Italian man a reason to hit her anymore, Ginny moved her hips slightly, feeling like she didn’t have the energy to do more. Blaise leaned forward and bit down on her neck, sinking his teeth into her skin. Ginny was reminded of a wild animal holding its mate in submission. Tears stinging her eyes from the pain, she began to swivel her hips in a circular motion and she closed her legs slightly so that the walls of her sex were tighter around his cock.

“That’s my good girl,” he purred as he continued jerking his hips forwards to drive his cock further into her. “I always wondered what you would feel like when we were in school. I loved it when Slytherin got to use the Quidditch pitch before Gryffindor because I got to watch you fly for a few moments before we went to the showers. I used to imagine the look on your face as you flew was the same one you would have when someone was tupping you. I’d wank off in the shower and wonder what your cunt would feel like around my cock, but even my imagination couldn’t live up to the real thing. You’re so tight it feels like a fist and when I get you wet it’s the most divine, slippery fluid I’ve ever felt or tasted when it slips out of you and onto my cock or I lick it off those pretty pink pussy lips of yours. I love the blazing heat from your cunt and I love being able to touch every single part of your insides with my cock. It’s part of what makes having you so brilliant.”

At last Blaise came and he slumped against her for a few moments before picking her up and returning her to the bed. They lay quietly together for awhile and Ginny didn’t have the energy to pull away from him as he settled her head onto his chest and wrapped a possessive arm about her waist, holding her naked body to his. After taking a small nap, they got up, bathed and got dressed.

While Blaise wrote a few business notes Ginny did her normal thing of going downstairs and instructing the house elves to make a large brunch for them and to set it on the terrace over looking the ocean. Blaise was always hungry after sex and she knew that today would be no different. Setting both The Daily Prophet and the Italian wizarding papers next to his place setting, Ginny picked up his plate and prepared a selection of fruits, cheeses and ham for Blaise from the buffet style setting the elves had prepared. Getting him a croissant, she broke it open and slathered it with butter and jelly and put it on the bread plate just as he emerged from the house. Sitting down, he opened the Prophet and began to read as he took bites from his plate. Ginny got him his coffee before finally filling her own plate and sitting down next to him. They ate in silence when suddenly a large eagle owl flew to the table and dropped off a folded piece of parchment.

Picking up the parchment, Blaise read over it before scribbling down a response and sending the owl on its way. “Apparently the Malfoys are going to be in town soon.”

Ginny instantly perked up. She hadn’t seen Hermione in over seven months. Two days after helping Ginny to terminate her pregnancy, a tiny trembling house elf had shown up in the Zabini garden and slipped Ginny a piece of parchment that had only two words written out in Hermione’s careful printing: ‘He knows’. Somehow Draco had discovered what had taken place that afternoon and it was driving Ginny mad not knowing what had become of her friend. Draco had apparently not told Blaise because the subject was never brought up, but Blaise did let it slip that Draco had taken Hermione and the boys to France for a few months and apparently no one saw Hermione for close to two weeks. Ginny was certain that Draco wouldn’t want to do anything that would cause Hermione to miscarry because he wore his status as the father of the legendary Hermione Granger’s children like a crown. However, Ginny saw the bite marks on Hermione’s body when they were at the same social events and the finger shaped bruises that often littered her thighs. Draco Malfoy played rough in bed. Ginny had no clue if that was something that Hermione abhorred or if she for some reason loved it, but she was certain that the poor girl had gotten a double dose of it every day she was out of sight for those two weeks.

Careful not to say anything to upset Blaise, Ginny looked at her food and continued eating before asking, “It’s very late in her pregnancy, should they be traveling this much?”

Blaise laughed. “It’s Draco. He’d never let anything hurt his precious wife, but if he wants to do something, he does it. The Quidditch World Cup is here this month and he’s never missed a single one since he was five. Besides, it would be a chance for him to show off Hermione’s belly. He hasn’t forgotten that plenty of other wizards petitioned for her from Voldemort and he wants to be certain that those wizards see that she is very much his. He’s horribly addicted to her. If he keeps it up he’ll have more children than your family had.”

Ginny stiffened at the mention of her now dead family. “Well, they are married, that’s what most married people do, is have children,” she said defensively.

“True. It’s something that my mother has been harping at me about for over a year now. Apparently she’s tired of outliving her husbands and wants grandchildren soon.” Blaise stretched and Ginny got up and refilled his coffee.

“I guess that means you’ll have to get married,” she said, trying to sound as non-chalant as possible.

Blaise shuddered and reached for her, pulling her onto his lap. “I don’t need a wife, I have you and that’s much better. You’re pure blooded and if you do happen to get up the duff we’ll just have a quick ceremony and be done with it. Besides, yours is the only pureblood family who didn’t have any troubles conceiving. It’s common knowledge that all the girls from our generation in Slytherin are barren, probably due to inbreeding. That’s why the Dark Lord isn’t killing female mudbloods. Our numbers are diminishing and diluted blood is better than a dieing race. You’re the only pureblood who is considered fertile enough to have more pureblooded children. I think that’s why Draco loaned me the money to be able to get you. He wants to see the wizarding population increase and knew that if you went to anyone else you’d be torn to bits within a week.”

“Draco loaned you money to be able to get me?” Ginny was confused because Draco had made it plainly obvious that he thought she was scum and deserved to die. “I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t the bookworm tell you? That’s the whole reason she agreed to be bonded to him. She’d seen what was left of Crabbe and Goyle’s girls and she knew that you preferred me to Nott or Flint, (and I can’t say I don’t blame you) and told Draco that she’d do whatever he asked as long as he kept you safe. I must say, it worked out well for me.” He grinned and Ginny was again reminded of a predator, a wild animal. She processed the information she’d just heard and suddenly felt extremely selfish.

Every bruise she’d seen on Hermione’s body, every bite mark now felt as if Ginny had inflicted it herself. Every time Hermione had gracefully handled Draco’s public pawing of her, Ginny had thought her meek and now realized that she was actually quite strong. Ginny had been thinking only of what she endured with Zabini and not what could have happened to her if she’d gone to someone else or if Voldemort’s whims suddenly changed and Zabini was no longer a favored member. She knew from talking with Blaise that it was Draco’s persuasion that made Voldemort think him powerful as a diplomat. She didn’t have to think too hard to draw the conclusion that it was Hermione’s persuasion that kept Zabini in Draco’s favor. She felt awful for the things she’d said to her that day in the restaurant and for endangering Hermione by asking her to brew the potion for her. This changed everything.

Blaise was looking at her with a funny expression on his face. Finally, he leaned in and kissed her. He loved to kiss. Sometimes he would sit and kiss her for close to an hour and it wouldn’t even lead to sex. Yes, he was arrogant and he didn’t fully see her as a person, but he tried in his own way to make her happy with clothes and jewelry. Those were things his mother and most other witches he’d come across enjoyed, so it was logical for him to think she would be happy with them as well. He ran his tongue over hers, languidly stroking it. She put her arms around his neck before had a chance to pull them there and he smiled against her lips. He deepened the kiss and she let him. She could taste the coffee on his tongue and she didn’t mind. Finally, she broke away and he continued to run his lips over her neck and the exposed tops of her breasts.

“Blaise?” she asked, tentatively.

“Hmm?” He was much more interested in returning to her mouth.

“You’ll take care of me, right?” she asked.

“Don’t I do a good enough job of that already?” he responded, looking into her flashing green eyes.

“Do you really mean it that you won’t look for someone else to marry? That you’d claim any children coming from me?” Her gut was churning. She’d been sulky and petulant in the past and now she realized that the only reason she’d been safe was because of Blaise’s obsession and Hermione’s willingness to endure humiliation. She needed to have her own battle plan. She had to start helping herself.

“What are you trying to say, cara?” he asked, eyes dark eyes boring into hers with intensity. He held her with his hands gripping her forearms not painfully, but tight enough that she wouldn’t be leaving his lap if he didn’t want her to.

Blaise,” she started and then faltered. She looked down at her hands with her stomach turning over. He took one hand and lifted her chin to look at him and she continued, fearing what the ramifications of her statement would bring. “I’m pregnant.”

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