Fireball\'s Frustration

Author: TrixRStrange
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: If I told ya, it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it ^_~
Summary: The Second War of Voldemort in the wizarding world brings the former students of Hogwarts together despite former House rivalries. Views changed about the ideals of good and evil as love is found among the injured at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies.

A/N: Thanks in advance to anyone that reads and reviews my little FF here. I’m more of an RPer than a writer most of the time, but I am enjoying this! This is my second smut fic and I decided to add a little bit of fluff. Reviews are great and if you choose to flame me, I’ll have something to roast marshmallows on >: )

DEDICATION: This one is for my Blaise ^_~ E’ siempre qui calmi.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of it, nor will I pretend to. Of course it doesn’t mean that I can’t have fun with the characters now does it * wink *.





A FIREBALL’S FRUSTRATION


CHAPTER 1:Meeting of Hearts

It had been 4 months since Ginerva Weasley had graduated Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, just a year behind her older brother Ron and his best friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter.

Since their graduation Ron and Harry had joined the Ministry of Magic, Auror’s Division in their fight against Voldemort, Hermione not far behind after her rushed wedding with Ron. The ‘Golden Trio’ as they had been dubbed for many years took down a number of Death Eaters including Lucius Malfoy, and Bellatrix Lestrange, before the battles became worse and they were brought to Hogwarts as strategic planners.

Ginny was a student at Hogwarts in her 7th year when the war worsened and the ‘Golden Trio’ arrived. She wondered how it must have felt for the trio being out in the field when they came back looking haggard and this hollow look in their eyes. Ron and Hermione at least had the love of each other, but what about Harry? Ginny’s young mind reeled over the ideas of getting together with him, filling that void she knew existed, even after she’d thought herself over the raven-haired boy-who-lived.

But that was before she met another raven-haired wonder that stole her heart away at first glance from his violet eyes. She met him while working with St. Mungo’s as a healer’s assistant during the war not long after she’d graduated herself. The number of her old classmates she’d either help attend to or signed death certificates of was astounding. It wasn’t easy on her; she’d signed her own brother Percy’s death certificate.

There weren’t many left that she’d known. The war had taken so many from what should have been a normal life. During her time at Hogwarts and now St. Mungo’s she’d heard rumors that Blaise, Draco and quite a few other Slytherin had turned on their parent’s wishes and joined the good side. And then the day came when Draco brought a wounded Blaise before her at her station. Her heart plummeted to her toes and the truth of the rumor was before her eyes. The once marveled after Italian God and Adonis of the Slytherin house looked nothing like his former self. It seems he’d sacrificed just about everything for the greater good.

Raven hair matted with mud and blood from lying in a field with a small head wound, his cheeks showing more than ever due to dehydration and starvation. Working on him with a healer after ushering Draco to the waiting area, she had Blaise moved to a private room and then went out to get Draco.

“Mister Malfoy?”

Draco’s head snapped up and to attention as he heard the redhead’s voice. Clearing her throat she continued.

“Mister Zabini has suffered a multitude of wounds, severe dehydration and he will need to be kept for at least 3 days once he revives that is. Do you by chance know how long he’s been unconscious? I know that you’re both in the war, but I need to know everything that happened to him so we can heal him.”

She’d never seen a hollower look than when Draco looked up at her hearing the news about his best friend and former lover. Not many had known about the affairs between the Slytherin Princes.

Clearing his throat Draco looked down at his well-worn and muddy dragon hide boots.

“Blaise and a few others that came in a few hours before us were in a detention camp somewhere down in Whales, they were taken because they defended Potter and your brother. I don’t know what they did to him there” His voice growing toneless at the end, the regrets that he wasn’t there for his friend was eminent. Her hand rose to her mouth as she stifled the soft gasp. Blaise and his friends were protecting her brother, and they endured nothing but pain for it.

Sitting down beside him Ginny put her hand softly on his shoulder. At first he gave off a faint shudder and then he looked up, gray eyes meeting sapphire. She saw the hurt and concern filling the gray pools and her eyes filled with compassion.

“He’ll be alright Malfoy… I’m going to watch over him myself. I promise you, I won’t let anything happen to him” Her voice filled with conviction as she spoke. She’d be damned if she was going to let anyone mess with the one who kept her brother alive another day. His head hung slightly as his eyes cast downwards.

Jerking out of her touch Draco stood quickly, his hands reaching to smooth out his travel clothing.

“I have reports to file and people to inform. I’ll be back later, tell him if he comes around will ya Weasley?” Malfoy stated, the usual iciness back in his tone, his face contorted with the air of superiority as he said her last name as he always had.

Glancing up at him she gave a quick nod before standing up herself and marching towards the room that held Zabini. For one moment she thought she’d seen a changed Draco Malfoy, and then that mouth opened.

Arriving at the room her hands reached up to smooth out the flaming locks of hair that had strayed from the tight bun she had to keep it in for her duties. Opening the door she saw that Blaise was dressed in the hospital issue pajamas. Starched blue with a crest on the left breast bearing the Mungo’s symbol. He lay dormant on the bed, arms at his side and his raven hair now splayed out on the pillow.

Picking up the chart at the end of the bed she glanced over the injuries that she’d helped to repair. More concerned about getting them fixed than analyzing what had happened to the bloke.

Bruised ribs, broken leg, shattered fingers, collapsed lung and multiple lacerations and contusions. Her heart broke softly at the pains he’d endured helping to fight against Voldemort.

The wounds had been healed; a few very faint scars remained to taint the once pure olive skin of the Slytherin. Putting the chart back she pulled a chair up beside bed.bed. Her hands reached up to free her copper tendrils from their confinement; they spilled down to her shoulders like a red curtain of silk.

Glancing at the Slytherin she remembered him from school. They’d played quidditch against one another, both playing chasers for their houses. His hands so strong and sure as he’d grasp a quaffle and head towards Ron at the goal posts. At one time she’d wondered what it might be like to have those hands grasping her hips, or holding her breasts, but she wasn’t sure if he’d ever want her in that fashion due to their house rivalry.

As her mind wandered she laid her head down beside his hand on the bed. Before she knew it her eyes were closed.

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2 days later:

His head pounded like a heard of hippogriff were doing the Boot Scootin’ Boogie in his brain. Finally taking the courage to open his eyes he’d hoped for a different view other than the cell that had been his home for the past week, a dank dungeon cell with nothing more than a bowl of water and a bared window for comfort.

His hopes came true.

Sunlight poured in from a large window across the room. Violet orbs gazed at the ceiling hoping to gauge where he was. Then it hit him. Mungo’s, someone must have freed him and brought him to London. Groaning as he started to move slowly he noticed a hand in his. A small slender hand, porcelain skin with freckles. And then he noticed the curtain of flaming red hair, a head laid near his hand. There weren’t many in the wizarding world with that colour of hair. Only one young female in the Weasley family, and she was here at his bedside.

Ginny Weasley was in her healer’s assistant uniform, and asleep at his side. Glancing at her he wondered why he hadn’t taken the time to notice her during their years at Hogwarts. Though she was a Weasley, she was a pureblood. She had an ethereal glow around her as she slept there, sideways in a chair. He didn’t want to wake her, but she stirred and her eyes flung open the moment she noticed he was awake.

“Blaise… you’re awake.. how are you feeling, can I get you anything?” She asked quickly, her eyes scanning his face and form for any signs of complications from his healing and the fact that he’d been unconscious for the past unknown number of days.

Holding up his free hand to stop the flow of questions from his nurse he shook his head gently. Eyes closing again as he started to move limbs. Facial expressions contorting as he felt pain from the movement of sore muscles. But as for the breaks he knew were in his bones, they were gone.

Turning his head to the side he opened his eyes again and glanced at her.

Their eyes meeting and locking for the first time that they could remember. Her heart started to beat wildly against her ribcage and her hand stayed within his. Finally opening his mouth to speak his tongue darted out first to lick his lips, thinking them to be parched, but finding them soft and smooth as if someone had been putting lip balm on them.

“Got something for a headache.. and for the rest of what aches on me?” He asked softly and smoothly as if he were asking for a yard of silk as opposed to pain potions.

Nodding quickly she reached into her pocketed apron, pulling out two small vials. One filled with a pale blue translucent liquid, the other a bright red liquid.

“Of course. Now can you sit up or do you need some help?” She asked gently releasing her hand from his as she stood up stretching her muscles out. Grimacing as she felt the kinks along her neck and back from sleeping in such an awkward position all night for the past 2 nights.

With as much of a sly smirk as he could manage at that point he glanced at her form moving within her nurses uniform, she was trim and fit from Quidditch he’d wager. Small perky breasts, taut abdomen, and long firm legs.

“I think I’m going to need some help Nurse Ginny” The smirk hadn’t left his visage as she snickered softly, moving to his side. Her arms went beneath his shoulders and she lifted him to a seated position, her hands quickly moving to adjust his pillows accordingly.

Taking a seat beside him on the bed she held the now uncorked potions up for him to drink.

Taking them he downed them and gave off only a shudder as if they were just strong shots of Ogden’s Firewhiskey. Coughing softly he laid back a little bit, his eyes starting to grow heavy.

Standing up again she smoothed out her uniform and pushed the chair back against the wall.

“Malfoy wanted me to tell you he’d be back. Didn’t say when, but I wouldn’t expect him to really leave information like that with me either.” Her tone holding a slight bitterness at how the Ice Prince hadn’t been to see his best friend since the night he’d brought Blaise to the ward.

Nodding softly at the information Blaise stretched again, the potions starting to take effect along his limbs. He was feeling better, but sleepy again.

“How long’ve I been in here?” His tone soft and tender as he spoke to her.

“Three days” She said slowly.

Violet orbs widened as the information sank in. Heaving a soft sigh Ginny grabbed the chair again and sat at his side, her hand reaching out to his and grasping it gently. Turning to glance at her a small smile graced his features, he knew at that moment this woman held not only his hand in hers, but his heart as well.

“Thank you, Fireball” Blaise’s hand gripped hers as he nodded back off into sleep.


Three days had gone by and it was time for Blaise to be released back to full duty. During his recovery Ginny had made every effort to see him, her breaks spent in his room eating and talking with him.

His small overnight bag was packed and on the bed when she came into the room for the last time to visit the Slytherin.

Blaise stood looking out the window with his back to the door. Leaning against the door she admired him. Wide shoulders hidden beneath a soft blue oxford, black trousers hanging low on his hips, his raven hair curling at the ends at the collar of his shirt. Long lean arms led to the hands that were stuffed into the pockets of his well-fit trousers. The sight of him made her heart beat wildly and her palms sweat.

Taking a deep breath she cleared her throat from the doorway, not daring to move as her nerves were starting to make her body tremor.

Hearing her clear her throat he turned quickly, a soft smile along his lips as he crossed to her.

“Hey Fireball.. come to see me off?”
Willing herself not to cry as she heard the now familiar nickname he’d given her she met him halfway through the room. Reaching each other quickly they stood in awkward silence for a moment.

Breaking the silence Blaise closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m being sent to Hogwarts”

Now she couldn’t stem the flowing of the salty tears that streamed from her eyes and into his shirtfront. The Slytherin’s hand rose to hold her head to his chest, his voice soft and calming as he felt a soft sob from the Gryffindor in his arms.

“Shh… Gin.. it’s alright, mon chere’” The French flowing from his lips like silk as he cooed to calm her.

Taking a shuddering breath Ginny glanced up at him. Her hand leaving his shirt front to wipe her face softly she sniffled softly.

“I-.. I’m sorry.”

Blaise’s hand cupped her face softly, his thumb brushing away stray tears. Leaning forward his head tilted to the side. It was to be their first kiss. Their lips growing closer to each other’s, before a knock in the doorway alerted them to his escort par partner.

“For the love of Circe Zabini aren’t you ready yet?” Came the drawling voice from the doorway. With hands perched jauntily on his hips, Draco Malfoy glared at the pair. Ginny closed her eyes and cursed the former Ice Prince of Slytherin.

Clearing his throat Blaise straightened up glared over at Malfoy, as much as he loved his best friend, he wanted to kick his arse at that moment. Leaning forward Zabini placed a kiss along Ginny’s forehead and he released his grip on her.

“I’ll be right out Draco… go ahead with my bag and be usefull won’t you mon ami?” Smirking at Malfoy now he motioned to the small bag on his bed.

Mumbling inaudibly Draco crossed the room and took the bag, turning and leaving after closing the door with a soft click. Wrapping her arms around herself as she felt a void since Blaise’s arms weren’t around her, she hung her head slightly.

Ginny had remained mostly silent, her tears reducing her tooft oft sobbing mess. Her shoulders gave off the only evidence that she was still crying aside from her very faint sniffling.

Looking down at her his hands raised to cup her face, his lips finding hers quickly. Her arms unfolded from around her form and they wrapped around Blaisehesthest, hands splaying fingers along the muscles of his back. Eyes closing on the visages of the couple as the kiss continued for a moment. His hands moved down to wrap around her, holding her to him.

Breaking the kiss after a little while Blaise held her tightly, his voice soft in her ear as he cooed to her again.

“I’ll owl as soon as I can, I promise”

Nodding slowly she sniffled. “I’ll hold you to it Blaise”

Smirking he kissed her forehead.

“That’s my Fireball.” With his final words, he released her and then strode across the room to the door. Opening the door the noise from the hallways flooded into the room.

“Adieu, adieu, parting is such sweet sorrow” He stated before walking down the hallway and out of sight.



A/N: O.O Boy did this chapter get long!!
If my translations aren’t accurate, it’s because I’m using an online translator. I do NOT speak French, nor have I been in France for long enough to pick up anything other than a few very simple and basic words.

And for those reviewing, this is for you to decide, shallise ise speak simple French phrases AND know fluent Italian as well and also if following chapters should be shorter than this or just as long?

Translations from the chapter: Mon chere’ = my dear
Mon ami = my friend