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Of Lions And Lambs - Part Four	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9326 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight and I will not make any profit from writing this story.

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Interlude

This had never happened before.

Never.

Not even when he was a hormonal driven teenager.

"Blaise?"

He glared across the spacious bathroom at the locked door.

"Blaise?"

Groaning softly he called out to the young woman out in his bedroom.

"I'll be out in a minute."

Hopefully she'd leave him alone with his angry thoughts, maybe give him time to figure out why an important part of his body was misbehaving.

Unfortunately she didn't get the hint…

"You know it's no big deal…"

Her words brought forth an irritated hiss from between his lips, his fists clenching painfully where they were resting on his bare thighs.

"I'm sure it happens to lots of guys…"

Yes, he was sure it did.

However that did not mean it happened to him.

It didn't…

At least if never had before…

"Blaise?"

Groaning loudly he resisted the urge to face plant the bathroom sink.

Why couldn't she just take the hint and leave him alone?

"Just because you couldn't get it…up till now it's been grand." (1)

Blaise felt his blood run cold.

This was not happening!

Bringing his fists up to his face he pressed his knuckles against his eyes in an attempt to stave of the headache he could feel building.

"Blaise?"

Merlin, if she didn't shut up soon…

"Look, maybe I should go…"

Yes.

Maybe she should.

Fuck…he was so embarrassed…

He'd been in bed with a stunningly beautiful witch, a PlayWizard model for crying out loud and nothing had happened.

Nothing.

Well…ok, not nothing…there'd been an impressive amount of flirting, a significant amount of kissing and some stroking but when it came to the most important factor of an evening of pure unadulterated passion…

That was when nothing had happened.

He had never been more embarrassed in his life…

"Fine! See if I agree to go on a date with you again, Blaise Zabini!"

He heard her huffing loudly, muttering darkly as she redressed in her ridiculously expensive dress before storming out of his flat with the same amount of flair that she usually applied to her work.

The door slammed shut behind her.

Rubbing his hands across his face he sighed deeply and unlocked the door, stepping out of the bathroom into the now deserted bedroom so that he could throw himself face first down on his bed.

What the hell was wrong with him?

He was Blaise Zabini.

He was the "Stud of Slytherin" as his friends had nicknamed him.

His well practised seduction technique could tempt even the most prudish witch or wizard into his bed without a second thought.

Since when had that changed?

He lay there, face pressed into his pillow, for nearly an hour lost in his own angry thoughts before eventually he sighed and pulled himself together, grabbing his boxers before heading out to the kitchen to make himself a much needed cup of tea.

As he was waiting for the kettle to boil he found himself absentmindedly gazing at the most recent addition to his collection of photographs above his fireplace – a candid photograph of himself, Draco and Pansy that had been taken at that girls wedding a couple of months ago.

It was a good photo.

The three of them looked carefree and happy.

Wait…

Frowning he hurried across the room to look closer at the picture, focusing on the people enjoying the party behind them…

"Seth…"

His mind was all too eager to supply him with a slideshow of images captured that night, images of the handsome young man trapped in the throes of passion during their wonderfully pleasurable liaison during the wedding reception.

A smile blossomed on his face he remembered the flustered look that had morphed into one of delighted pleasure during their initial meeting.

"My, what big eyes you've got, my little wolf…"

His silk boxer shorts suddenly felt a lot tighter than they had all evening.

"…what soft lips you've got…"

Great.

Now he was ready to go…

A naked supermodel did absolutely nothing for him but the memory of a one-night-stand with a relative stranger had him panting with anticipation and need?

What was wrong with him?!

Blaise Zabini did not get hung up on one-night-stands.

No matter how wonderful those one-night-stands might have been…

Groaning deeply, frustrated beyond belief, he abandoned all thoughts of making himself a cup of tea and dropped down onto the sofa in his living room.

The tent in his boxers was blatantly obvious, tempting him…

No.

He wasn't hung up on the little wolf.

It had been a bit of fun.

That was all.

…so why was his the only face he could picture in his mind?

Why did his body react so violently to the memory of their coupling?

No.

He was Blaise Zabini.

He was footloose and fancy free.

Just the way he liked it.

He didn't do relationships.

He didn't need to do relationships.

He didn't want to do relationships.

Blaise Zabini lived for the passions that could only be achieved by roaming free, enjoying each and every moment as though it were his last.

He wasn't…

He didn't…

An image of Seth's beautiful smile filtered through his mind.

No…

No…

He wasn't…

Fuck…

He was completely 100% hung up on a beautiful young shape-shifter.

Great.

What in Merlin's name was he supposed to do now?

A/N Random little interlude that popped into my head after easing a review requesting more Blaise/Seth. Hope you enjoyed it. X

(1) An absolutely brilliant line that I heard in the musical 'Victor/Victoria' starring Julie Andrews and just had to work into this scene.
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Of Lions And Lambs - Part Four