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Chance Encounters of the Close Kind	By : sabbah Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2253 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Bill!"
Pasting on a smile and trying not to grimace at his mother, he waved as he walked down the garden path to the back door to the Burrow. In his hand he held a carrier, a peace offering for Molly to coddle her granddaughter and give Fleur a bit of rest from their newborn. Fleur was happily taking a long long bubble bath and then going out for a massage later while Bill went to see Gin. He wanted to talk to her privately and the only way he'd get that was if he provided a distraction. Victoire was perfect for that.
"I'm sorry, love," he murmured before his mother bustled up to him, all but yanking the carrier from his grasp.
"How's my baby granddaughter? Aren't you just too cute," Molly coo'd to the sleeping babe.
"Hello, Mum. Where's Gin?" Bill asked, giving her cheek a kiss.
"In her room I think." She looked up at him and finally focused on her eldest child. "I think she's moping. I can't seem to get her to talk, do you think you can try?"
"We'll see," Bill replied vaguely. Giving the top of Victoire's head a very soft kiss, he stepped past his mum and walked inside with Molly trailing slowly behind him.
"Gin?" he called out, knocking on her door once he reached it across from Ron's room. "Are you home?"
Ginny heard Bill's voice and wondered briefly if he'd come to deliver good news, or bad. Or if he'd picked up on the tension and that had made them not want her. Or that he'd be disappointed in her for... well.... That would make him more than a bit hypocritical, though. He certainly hadn't been any paragon of virtue before Fleur.

Wiping her eyes, she slipped off the bed and took the three steps to the door to crack it open. "Hey, Bill," she said softly. Biting her lip, she held the door open for him and turned, going back to her bed and plopping down on it.
Whatever he'd been about to say died on his lips when he saw Gin's puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. "Oh Gin," he murmured, sitting next to her hip and rubbing her back. "Are you all right? Honestly now, none of this lying through your teeth crap you pulled on me at Dad's party. I also sort of want to know what's going on, but not if you don't feel like telling me."

She shrugged, hugging her favorite stuffed dragon, the one Charlie had given her as a birthday present his first year on the reservation, to her chest. "I'll be fine, Bill. Just hurt. But I can handle it. I'm a big girl, and it's not like he's the first to..." she stopped. He was the first. She'd been about to say he'd broken her heart, but damn it, he hadn't broken her heart. But he had been the first to use her like he had, and it still hurt. Especially since he'd been the first in other ways, too. "Besides, what is there to tell you? You're no innocent, I'm sure you've managed to put it together," she said with a shrug, rolling over and looking up at him.
"I have, but I don't know the whole story," he said softly, wondering if he should say anything about Ade's reaction. Sighing, he realized that he probably should. "If it makes you feel any better, he looks like shite. Oh he's keeping it together in public, but I know him and he's falling apart. I don't think he's taking this as easily as you seem to think he is. Why he doesn't do anything about it, I don't know, but he's not exactly... happy either.
"Now let me know if I'm right. You two hooked up sometime in the past week or so. Shortly before Dad's party I'm thinking. You... shagged, parted ways and you're regretting it and he's regretting letting you go. I'm completely guessing on that last part but I've seen that look on my own face a couple of times, I know the signs."
"I suppose that's close enough. Luna and Jas and Sarah and I went out to celebrate when we got our NEWTs, and I probably drank more than I should. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but somehow a drunken shag with a guy who never even asked my name was probably not the way to have my first time," she said softly. "Course, he was drunker than I was, and I hit on him, so it's not really his fault. I'm just being hormonal or something. I'll get over it." She looked at him carefully then. "This isn't why you're here though, is it?" she asked, meeting his eyes, her expression clearing as she came back to the present.
"No, that's not why I came here," he sighed, wrestling with his disappointment and trying not to let Gin see.
"Gin..." he sighed, scrubbing his scarred face. "I can't judge you, I won't. That's not my place because I know I've been there too, but just for the sheer fact that you lost your virginity, drunk... that had to hurt. And I'm guessing you didn't tell Ade, if you even thought about it at all until he was...." He sighed again and shook his head. "You think you're so tough and in some ways you are, but you're also very fragile. Your heart isn't something you want to mess with especially since you don't seem to be the shag 'em and leave 'em type. Ugh, what a mess. I hope you can get out of it, but if you need my help I'll always be here for you."

"You're disappointed in me, aren't you?" she asked. Her eyes flashed a moment. "Were you always the shag 'em and leave 'em type before Fleur? Or did you... learn to do that?" She frowned a moment. "I was okay until I saw him at Dad's party. Especially... on the balcony.... I think I'll manage to be better at it in the future. I won't let my heart get involved. I knew what I was getting into, Bill. I just... didn't know what it would feel like."
"I am disappointed but not in the way that you're thinking. I always wanted something better for you... I never wanted you to go down my path," he said softly, staring at his rough and calloused hands. "It's one of the roughest paths you can go down and it's not for the tender hearted. It's full of selfish shallow cruel people and I never realized how much I hated it until I found Fleur."
He looked over at her for a long moment. "You're going to have to talk to him about it, you do realize this. Group dynamics are vital on digs and I can't have a tense team if two of its members are on the outs. If you don't talk to Ade, I'll make him talk to you. My first priority is to the team."

"I will talk to him, Bill. We'll be all right. I'll be able to handle it. Wait... the team? Are you offering me a job?" she asked, hurt forgotten in the face of her excitement.
A slow smile spread across his face as he pushed his sister's and best friend's problems in the back of his mind. "Congratulations Ginny Weasley, you're now the newest member of my team. Welcome aboard," he said pulling out a rolled and wax sealed parchment to present to Gin. "They were going to owl it to you but I wanted to give it to you personally."
She launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him on the cheek. "Oh, this is so exciting! Bill!" Squeezing him tightly a moment more she lept off the bed and bolted for the door. "Mum!" she hollered down the stairs, taking them two at a time. "Mum! I GOT THE JOB!"
"That's wonderful, dear," Molly called out from the kitchen. She turned, a bit surprised at the speed with which Gin was running down the stairs but she opened her arms in time for her daughter to jump into them. She gave her a tight hug before pulling away with her hands on her shoulders. "You promise to be careful? And not do anything rash yes?"

"I won't do anything you wouldn't have in my position... so no," she said, laughing as her mood did a complete change from earlier. She felt like she could take on the world. And win. "I'm going to Luna's, we'll probably go out to celebrate. Don't wait up, I may stay at her place," she called over her shoulder, bolting for the door.
Molly chuckled softly and looked over at her eldest. "Well that certainly got her out of her funk."
Bill grinned back, but knew that the excitement wouldn't last long. It'd certainly dry up once Gin had to start working with Ade. "It did. What're you cooking?"
Distracted, Molly turned back to the stove as Bill's eyes roamed up to the door where Gin had just left moments before.

***
Ade was having a shitty week. Oh it'd started out phenomenally with Gin but had gone straight down from there. Maeve was wise enough to keep her mouth shut about it but he could see the worried glances she cast his direction. She knew that she would only get her head bitten off if she nagged him about it so he appreciated that she'd learned to not even ask beyond an occasional inquiry if he was ok.
He was drinking a lot more too. Gin was haunting his dreams and the only way to shut her out was to drink. He would usually start around eight and not stop until he passed out sometime around midnight or one in the morning. He never let it affect his work though; he had enough control for at least that. But as soon as Maeve was in her room doing whatever it was she did at night, he was nursing his whiskey trying to forget her.
Gin should've gotten her owl offering her a position with the bank that morning and Ade's need to drink was worse than ever. He was starting a bit early when the floo flared letting him know he had an incoming visitor. There was very little surprise on his face when Bill stepped out. "Whiskey?" he offered, indicating the crystal glass in his hand.
Bill looked at his best friend, seeing the circles under his eyes. He knew this week Ade hadn't been himself, but this was the first time he'd seen how bad it really seemed to be.

He poured himself a glass, then sat in the chair by the fire. He took a sip of the whiskey, then set the glass down with a clink.

"Were you planning to tell me before she started? Or save it for a surprise when someone's temper exploded?" he asked bluntly.
"I didn't think it was going to be an issue, but I was going to tell you the next time I saw you," Ade replied pouring himself a very generous helping of whiskey and sitting next to Bill in a free chair. He took a long deep sip and sighed when the whiskey burned pleasantly down his throat. "I take it she told you what happened?"

"She did. I asked. I could tell something wasn't right with you two. Hell, you as much as admitted that. But when I want to take her the offer letter, she was crying in her room." He arched an eyebrow, then sighed. "You hurt her, Ade."
Ade grimaced at that and stared into the fire that was charmed to give off cool air instead of heat. "All she wanted was a one night stand," he murmured, "she was so damn eager to leave and as soon as she did I regretted that I didn't even know her name, that I couldn't find her again. What makes her so damn special, Bill? Why am I even asking you that since you're her brother?"
Sighing he rested his head against the back of his chair. "She's haunting me. I tried fucking her out of my system and that didn't work. So now I'm trying to drink her out. That's not working much either."
Bill raised an eyebrow. He'd been right about Ade and the hungry look he'd worn when Ginny had been in the room with him, both at the party and during her interview. "I don't think she had any idea what she was getting herself into, and I don't think she actually wanted a one-off so much as she was convinced that's what you wanted. You didn't ask her name. You did fuck another woman in a public place the next night and didn't even ask her to dance," Bill said shaking his head in resignation. "You sent her all the signals of not caring. But that's none of my business, even if I am her brother. I'm here because I'm worried that you two won't be able to work well together. You should have told me before I hired her."
Ade slunk deeper down into his chair and sighed pitifully again. He had tried to give the impression of not caring but that was definitely not working. He wanted Ginny again... he just doubted he'd ever get her back which made him take another deep gulp of his whiskey. "She was best suited for the job. Whatever issues we have, we'll work on them. If there had been a candidate that was even half as qualified as Ginny was then I would've pled my case, but there wasn't. Would you rather the position go unfilled?"

"I would rather my best friend hadn't deflowered my sister in a drunken stupor so that we didn't have this problem. Now, I just want to know what you're going to do about it? I want you two to talk like adults and work this out before we hit the field. Neither one of you is going to be in top form until you do. That's as your boss. As her brother, I'd ask you to not rub her face in the mistake she made by showing off a parade of women. I don't like seeing her cry, Ade. Not just so you can prove a point. But I'm not going to get involved. Not anymore than I am now, anyway," he said, finishing his whiskey.
Ade glanced over at Bill, a bit hurt by his words. He hadn't intended Gin to see him with the girl at all. It wasn't as if he'd planned it so that she would go out onto the balcony and see them and it wasn't as if he was deliberately trying to hurt her. He needed to get her out of his system so he could go back to his old life, but he doubted either Bill or Gin would understand that. There was no point other than that, so he wasn't entirely certain which point Bill was talking about.
Also, it hurt hearing that he was a mistake. She hadn't been one to him. Not in the least, but apparently that was how she viewed him now. Hardening his heart, he straightened and set the glass aside. Fine. He'd been planning on regaining Gin's favor again somehow but if he was just a mistake, then why even bother pursuing something she didn't want. "We'll talk, don't worry," he said softly. "I know how important the team is over the individuals, I won't fuck it up."

Bill heard the hurt in his friend's voice and sighed. "Ade.... Fuck." He wanted to hit something, though not his friend. It was just so frustrating. Totally fucked up. "Forget I said anything. It's not my place to butt in. You're both adults. I just hate seeing you both like this."

For a moment, he thought about leaving and washing his hands of it, but part of him wondered if he hadn't already made something worse. "Why don't you tell me your side of it. I'll pretend she's not my sister," he said, picking his drink back up and turning to eye his friend.

Sighing, Ade launched into his story, telling Bill about how banjanxed he'd gotten then how this cute red head with her friends walked in the door. He'd bought them drinks and Ginny had come over. They'd flirted and taken the bottle to a booth. After a bit of snogging, they went back to his place. "Then she just up and left. Said she needed to get home. So even though I wanted to stay, I let her go. It was just a one night shag and I didn't think she'd appreciate my asking her to stay. I was drunk. I didn't know she was a virgin until I woke up the next morning and saw the blood on the sheets," he sighed, scrubbing his forehead.
"So when I saw her the next day at Arthur's party, I wanted her again. She was getting under my skin and I didn't like that so I went with that girl to shag Gin out of my system. Like I said before, it didn't work. I didn't deliberately set out to hurt her, I never thought you guys would've come out there otherwise I... I don't know." He sighed and closed his eyes warily. "So now you know everything. Gin's under my skin and there's really nothing to do about it." I'm nothing but a bloody mistake.

Bill sighed wearily himself.

"Ade, she's trying hard to tell herself that you meant nothing to her. But she's a girl, and a Gryffindor, and a Weasley, and was a virgin. She's trying to protect herself. I honestly thought she gave it up to Harry years ago. I have no idea why she didn't, to be honest. So I am still trying to come to terms with how she would give it to you so easily, especially without telling you what... what a gift she was actually giving you."

He shook his head at the mess his sister and best friend had made. It would have been bad, but less of an ongoing problem if they didn't have to see each other ever again. But they would see each other every day. They would end up owing each other their very lives. That's why the team had to be so close. He frowned then at something his friend had said. "And what's wrong with my sister? With her being under your skin? Think she isn't good enough for you?" Bill asked a bit hotly at what Ade had implied.

Frowning, Ade looked over at Bill. "No. I keep thinking about her, I still want her and I can't have her. She's made it quite clear that we were nothing more than a one off. Why are you so defensive?" he asked a bit defensively himself. "And I don't know why she slept with me either. She honestly didn't seem that drunk, or not nearly as drunk as I was considering I'd been drinking a lot longer than she had and even though she's just a slip, I thought you Weasleys were able to hold your drink."

"We are," Bill growled at the slight. "If you still want her, why are you avoiding her?" He shook his head. "You know, this isn't getting anyone anywhere. I'm not the one you need to talk to. I've said all I needed to say, and you assured me that you wouldn't let it interfere at work. I'd highly recommend you talk to her. I'd say tonight, but she went out to celebrate." He raised an eyebrow at his friend. "And I should get home to Fleur. But let me give you a piece of advice. Talk to her. As soon as you can. You might be surprised. A lot of what you took as she only wanted a one-off, I think was her assuming you did."

He stood from his chair and clapped Ade on the shoulder. "For once, be a Gryffindor and just lay it out there. Find her." He grinned. "May be the best choice you ever make."

Ade grimaced good naturedly. "I hate being the Gryffindor," he sighed, taking his drink and downing the rest of it. But Bill's advice rang loudly in his ears. It would win brownie points if he did go after her. He just wasn't so sure he would like what he saw when he did.

***

Ginny and Luna had decided to go out to a club instead of a more sedate drinking establishment. Gin had some excess nerves to work off, and she wanted to tire herself out tonight so that she'd get some decent sleep.

It hadn't been hard to convince Luna and Dean to come with her out to celebrate. They'd ended up going to a new club called Les Saintes. It had only been open about two months and was owned by Blaise Zabini. It had a Caribbean theme and played reggae music and had, almost overnight, become the place to be for the younger wizarding populace. The place was crowded, but Ginny got them in without having to wait in the line, flashing a smile at the bouncer who'd recognized her from the pictures of her family in the paper. Dean had immediately sought a table and a drink, but had encouraged the girls to go out and dance, the sparkle in his eyes indicating that one of his fantasies was the two of them together. It wasn't a secret, after all.

Laughing softly, Ginny took Luna's hand and led her out on the dance floor, swaying and moving in time to the thrumming music.

Luna wrapped her arms around Gin's waist and pulled her in closer, their breasts brushing up against each other. "So, my duck, the last time you wanted to celebrate we went to a pub and even then you left us and went home with Pucey. Why are we at a club this time and are you planning on going home with me and Dean?" she asked, tucking Gin's long hair back behind her ear, her fingers lingering on the shell of her ear.

Ginny sighed softly. "I don't know, Luna. I didn't want to get smashed, since I have work in the morning. But I don't know if I'm going home with you or not. I don't know if I can, love," she said, a little catch in her voice.

A small frown marred Luna's forehead. "Why ever not?" she asked with confusion. "What's wrong?" She pulled her best friend closer to her in order to better hear her but also to keep her in her arms since it seemed that Gin needed comfort.

"I... you're right, Luna. I went home with Pucey that night and... well... I suppose it was inevitable. We fucked. Merlin, why didn't you tell me it would hurt like that?" she asked her friend. "I'm still bleeding, and it's been two days. And then last night... the next night, he was at Dad's party, and he fucked someone else... right there. I heard him. I was with Bill and... fucking hell. It hurt all over again, Luna...." She was almost in tears again, and didn't even notice the music changing. Or the dark, bald wizard who had just entered the club and found himself a table towards the back.

Luna's head jerked up and she looked over at the corner that was almost a little too dark. Her eyes narrowed over Gin's head for a brief moment before her serene expression was back in place when she returned her attention to Gin. "It didn't hurt that much for me because I prepared myself. You, I think were pretty much untouched. In more ways than one. Do you love him?" She looked into Gin's wide chocolate eyes with here serene clear blue ones.
"Don't be ridiculous. We had a one-off, Luna. That's all. I don't even know him." She paused. "I'm about to, though. He's on my team at work. He's friends with my brother. Fuck," she said softly. "Luna, I didn't mean anything to him. What the hell was I thinking?" she asked, her voice tense.

"I don't think you were thinking much at all and that was the problem," Luna replied, her voice sad for her best friend. "Have you talked to him at all? No... you haven't otherwise I don't think you'd be here right now."

Ade watched Lovegood and Ginny dancing out on the dance floor and felt his body stir. It wasn't just the sight of the two girls dancing so intimately in a practiced way that told him they'd done this quite a few times before, but the sensual way she moved her body like she was very comfortable in it. He just wished he were comfortable in it too. Groaning softly, he turned away from the bar. He was here to talk, not to drink.

Stepping out from his hiding spot he began the tortuous walk through the crowd, but just as he was about to reach the girls, a familiar dark head butted his way in first. Blaise fucking Zabini.

"Ladies!" Blaise called out over the noise, reaching the two women easily as if the dancers were parting for him. "Miss Lovegood and Miss Weasley. Welcome to my club! How can I serve the two of you?"

Luna looked over at Gin with a cocked eyebrow before her eyes unerringly found Ade standing still amongst the sea of writhing bodies looking pissed off.

Ginny didn't see him, though. Instead, all she saw was Blaise's bright flashing eyes and white teeth. "A drink?" she said with a grin and a cocked eyebrow. She knew about the Slytherin with the questionable background, but tonight was about celebrating.

Blaise waived a waitress over and cocked an eyebrow at Luna.

"I've already got one," she said nodding to Dean, not indicating if she meant a guy or a drink. "I think I've neglected Dean enough for now. I'm going to go give him a nice blowjob under the table. Have a good dance." With a wave, she turned and melted back into the crowd, reappearing a moment later next to Dean before disappearing again.

Blaise looked over at Ginny with a cocked eyebrow. "A mojito for her. Vodka on the rocks for me," he told the waitress, sending her on her way before turning back to Gin. "Did she really mean that?" he asked her a bit incredulously.

"Probably," she said with a grin. "I certainly wouldn't look to closely, you may well get an eyeful." She looked at him carefully, then shrugged. "So are you going to dance with me, Zabini? Or do I need to find a different partner?" she asked teasingly.

"Absolutely not," he replied, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her to him.

Ade growled softly under his breath and would have pushed his way through the crowd to her but the DJ began spinning a song everyone seemed to love and the crowd went wild with it. It was all he could do to push his way off the dance floor and out of the club. Fine. That was just bloody brilliant.

"I'm not keeping you from anything am I?" Blaise asked, his lips close to Ginny's ear so she should better hear him. He took a deep whiff of her scent and nearly groaned. Very nice. He would do best to get this one in his bed, but he knew he'd have to take it slowly with her.

"No one to matter or miss me," she murmured back, remembering the quote from somewhere, stepping closer into his arms and pressing herself lightly against him. He smelled amazing, and his smile was so engaging and damn it this night was about celebrating. "But then, I think it's more likely that I'm keeping you from someone. You're the one with the reputation for being a playboy."

"Do I now?" he asked coyly, knowing exactly what sort of reputation he had. He was the one who had cultivated it, after all. "But no, you're not keeping me from anyone. I'm exactly where I want to be. So what brings you to Les Saintes? I never took you to be much of a clubber in Hogwarts."

She cocked an eyebrow at that. "Um... I suppose I did have slightly different priorities back then... surviving, avoiding Filch and the Carrows and Snape.... little details, but important ones," she said with a grin. "But tonight, I'm celebrating. I got the job I wanted, and I start tomorrow. I'm way too excited to sleep, so I decided to go out and work of some of that excess energy," she said, rolling her hips against his in a teasing manner.

"Oomph, I see that! And I feel it too," he replied with a grin. He took her hips and pulled her tight against him, rolling his against hers with the beat of the music. He was careful to keep his growing erection mostly away from her teasing touches and teasing her with its promise in return. "Congratulations on the job. Where are you working now?" He hoped she would want to work some of that excess energy off in another way than just dancing.

"Gringotts. As a curse breaker," she murmured. Taking a step back, she downed the rest of her drink and put the empty glass on a near by table, turning her back to him in the process and rubbing her arse against his cock. She could clearly feel it then, hot and hard in his trousers. It aroused her, but also gave her pause, Bill's words coming back to her. Was she the kind of person who could hop from bed to bed with no remorse and no attachment? Did she want to be? She didn't know. But she was enjoying the teasing.

Sharply tugging her back until she was plastered against his front, he ground his hard cock against her toned ass as he moved her hair off her shoulders. "Well congratulations on your new job," Blaise murmured against her ear, his lips lightly brushing against the shell. He gave her a light teasing little nip and slid his hands down her thighs then back up to splay at her flat belly.

His arousal grew as they danced, first one song, then another. Later he wanted to say that his hands worked of their own accord but he knew better. Slowly unbuttoning her jeans, he slid one hand down the front of her jeans as his lips kissed up her neck to her ear. When he met no resistance, he slipped his hand inside her knickers and down to her mound. She was wet for him and that made his jeans even more uncomfortable. Nipping at her ear, he slid one finger between her folds and rubbed her clit while pressing his hard cock harder against her arse.

Ginny moaned as his fingers worked her flesh, grinding into his hand even as she rolled her hips back against his cock. She moved her feet a little wider to let him have more access, and reached over her shoulders, her own fingers stroking over his head as she laid hers back on his shoulder. After a moment, she put her hands on his arms, needing the support as her knees started to go weak.

It would be an easy thing to drop her jeans down, slide the zip of his trousers and just slip inside her. But he didn't. When they shagged it would be a drawn out affair in which he would have her coming and screaming his name so many times she'd lose count and lose her voice. Sliding his fingers through her lips, he dipped his finger into her cunt, pumping his fingers deep inside her with his thumb rubbing over her clit. "Come for me," he whispered huskily in her ear, running his tongue over the shell.

Ginny gasped when he slid a finger inside of her, the lingering soreness making her wince slightly, but as he started moving in and out, he found that spot she'd so recently discovered, her moans getting louder as her chest started to heave. "Blaise," she whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand as she desperately sought to give him what he asked for, wanting and needing the release so badly that had been denied her in bed with Pucey.

She was close, he could tell. With a deft twist of his fingers, rubbing over her clit and that sweet spot inside her and then she was coming hard, clenching tightly around his fingers. "Oh fuck. My flat is just upstairs," he groaned, his cock giving a painful throb as he pulled his fingers out from her jeans.

Ginny turned around, her snug jeans still unbuttoned, and caught his hand. Meeting his eyes, she lifted his hand to her lips and slowly sucked the finger he'd had inside her into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and cleaning her taste from it. Her eyes never left his, although she was smirking at the look of absolute lust on his face when she finished. Stepping closer, she stood on her toes to whisper into his ear. "Sorry, Blaise, I'm not that easy. I'm not going to fuck you tonight. Although if you keep dancing with me, I might be willing to explore some other options...."

His eyes drank in the sight of Ginny Weasley sucking her juices off his fingers and committed that to memory. That was something he doubted he'd forget for a very long time. "Oh? I'm always up for negotiations." He pulled her close once again and began grinding their hips together in the faster beat of the new song. The fact that she wasn't going to fuck him that night made her that much more interesting and that much more of a challenge. Also the prospect of different options definitely piqued his interest. "What other options are you willing to explore?"

"I think it's only fair that I return the favor," she whispered against his ear, one hand slipping down his chest until she cupped his erection through his trousers, stroking his length once before cupping his sac as though judging the weight. Without any more warning, though she doubted he was surprised, she unzipped his trousers, reaching a hand inside and grinned at how hot and smooth and hard he was. "Impressive," she murmured, licking his ear and scratching her teeth lightly over the pulse point in his neck. "Tell me, Blaise, do you know how to use your tool as well as you do your fingers?"

"I wouldn't have the reputation I have if I didn't," he growled against her ear, arching his hips against her hand. He turned his neck to give her better access. "In fact, I can make you come harder and louder with my cock than I can with my fingers. There are so many more positions and... options available. Are you absolutely certain you don't want me to show you?" Fuck, she was good with that hand even though where he really wanted to be was where his fingers had just left.

"Of course I do. But I want you to work for it more," she purred, her fingers circling his cock and her hand putting pressure on his balls. "I'm not the shag 'em and leave 'em type, Blaise. Why? Am I not worth waiting for?" she asked coyly, pumping his cock faster. "Besides, the only time I've fucked a man, I didn't come. What makes you so sure you can do what he didn't?" she asked curiously.

"Because he obviously had no idea what he was doing," he gasped, thrusting his hips into her hands. "I can show you exactly how it's supposed to be, how loud you can scream and how hard you can come on my cock." Unable to hold off any longer, he pulled her to him and came into her hand as he leaned down and bit her shoulder with a groan.

She felt the jet of his hot seed fill her palm, and carefully removed her hand from his trousers. Not sure what to do with the sticky mess, she decided that she might as well titillate him more. Flattening her tongue against her palm, she licked up his release in one long stroke, then cocked her head to the side as she tasted him. "Salty, slightly bitter. Would make an excellent chaser for a shot of tequila," she smirked up at him. Then, amused more at herself than anything else, she stretched up on her tip toes and kissed the corner of his mouth. "If you're a good boy, maybe someday I'll give you a shot at proving you're better with your cock. But for tonight, I need to get home. I have an early morning tomorrow, and want to be my best for my first day."

"If you must," he replied, his breathing a little difficult to return to normal. "Just don't forget my offer. I'm here most nights if you change your mind."

Luna appeared at Gin's side as if summoned, her expression serene if a little wicked. "Ready?" she asked, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Deciding to give Blaise one final show, she pulled Luna against her and kissed her, their lips meeting as Ginny shared the taste of Blaise and noticed the taste of Dean in the kiss. Her hands cupped her best friend's arse as the kiss got deeper, and hotter. Moaning softly, Ginny stepped back form Luna, shot Blaise a wink, tugged Luna after her over to where Dean was standing by the door, glancing back at Blaise only once.

Luna looked back as well to see Blaise's Slytherin composure completely gone. His jaw was down somewhere on the floor in an utterly gobsmacked expression. It was actually kinda cute. "Promises promises, Ginny Weasley. You keep giving out those kisses, you're going to have to share my bed with Dean," she sing songed as Gin dragged her outside.

"Is Gin finally breaking down and joining us?" Dean asked hopefully. It'd been something the three of them had talked about, mainly when they were drunk and horny, but had never followed through given Gin's virginity. But now that that was gone as were her inhibitions, apparently, Dean was hoping she'd finally break down and join him and Luna.

"Sorry, Dean, not tonight. It has to stay in your fantasy world just a bit longer."

Heaving a heavy and mostly fake sigh, Dean winked at her and wrapped an arm around each of their waists. "A bloke can dream, can't he?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, dream away," Ginny said. "But tonight I need to sleep."

Kissing each of their cheeks, she Apparated home, pleased to find that the activity had, in fact, made her tired enough to sleep like a log.
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