Day 20 - Apology [Ginny/Blaise]
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Title: Apology
Characters or Pairing: Ginny/Blaise
Word Count: 1334 words
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: #20 - Outdoor sex
Arthur Notes: I forgot to post this, oh well.
Summary: A series of four relationships, each chapter dedicated to one relationship and a kinky situation inspired by the prompts hp-may-madness.
Two weeks passed since the day Ginny would rather forget about, the day where she discovered that Harry might not be her one true love. After he confronted her about the flowers she hadn’t tried to contact him, afraid of what he thought about her, afraid he’d tell others about her behaviour.
“Are you ready?” Harry asked, standing next to her looking rather pleased.
“I guess so,” she replied, knowing that within the next few minutes she would face Blaise. As she watched Harry she realised that he couldn’t be further away from loving her. Something changed, she didn’t know what, but he was different.
She didn’t have time to study him more as the game began, and the doors opened. She threw herself on her broom and flew onto the pitch, following her team around before finding her position, which unfortunately was right in front of Blaise.
He watched her closely before turning away, looking disappointed. She tried to hide her discomfort as the quaffle was thrown into the game. She forgot about Blaise, and did her best to win the game.
The game lasted slightly more than an hour, and by that time she was exhausted. Her body ached as she gave it her all, her side aching from the bludger which hit her half way through. Both teams were equally good, their score close, until Harry caught the snitch. Gryffindor won, and while it should have made her happy, she wasn’t able to enjoy the victory, not when she saw him.
He was angry, his eyes burning into her, making her feel as if their loss was her fault. She watched him as he threw his broom against the ground and angrily stomped away in the opposite direction of his team, towards the forest.
Ginny’s ears was ringing as students were running onto the field, congratulating them on their victory, throwing them into the air. She was unable to feel happy as the only thing on her mind was Blaise, and how he hated her. As the rest of her team was enjoying the attention of the crowd, Ginny managed to sneak away, running into the same direction Blaise disappeared to minutes earlier.
It wasn’t difficult finding him, as he hadn’t tried to hide, but as she stood there, watching him as his back was turned against her, she regretted her decision to face him. She lost count of time as she watched him, trying to decide if she should leave or confront him.
She wouldn’t have to decide as he turned around and noticed her. “What are you doing here?” he barked, not even trying to hide his anger.
“I wanted to apologise.”
He closed the space between them, scaring her slightly as he filled the air around her with hatred and disgust. “For what?” he asked when he stood only a few steps away from her. “For using magic to manipulate me into doing what you wanted, or for using magic to cheat make me lose my concentration during the game.”
She watched him, confused. “I didn’t use magic today,” she said.
“Liar, you witches always lie to get what you want, either it’s sex, money, or the damn Quidditch title.”
“I didn’t use magic today!” she yelled, hating to be accused of something she hadn’t done.
“I don’t believe you.” The silence between them grew as they stared at one another. He didn’t trust her, which was fine, if he hadn’t accused her of doing something she hadn’t.
“I didn’t know how they would work, and after you confronted me I destroyed the ring, the same day.” She hoped her confession would make him see she wasn’t as evil as he imagined, not that she knew what she wanted to accomplish by facing him. Maybe it was to lighten her guilt, as she felt sick every time she thought about that night.
After standing there several minutes, the intense silence so thick they could cut it with a knife, she decided to leave as she doubted he would ever change his mind. Four steps was all she was able to take before she felt a strong hand grab her arm, forcing her around. Cold fear passed through her body as she feared he would hurt her, but instead of hitting, or yelling at her, he kissed her. His lips pressed firmly against hers, his hands pulling her even closer. He confused her, hating her one moment while kissing her the next, making her knees buckle as her head felt lighter.
“I hate you for what you did,” he mumbled as he ended the kiss. “But I’ve wanted you for so long.” She was sure that if she wasn’t already blushing, his confession would have made her.
Ginny found it difficult to remember how to speak. “I’m sorry,” she whispered against his lips. He kissed her again, his hands holding her close. She moved her fingers up his chest, the rough material of the Quidditch uniform teasing her fingertips.
He didn’t say much, but his mouth told her all she wanted to hear. Slowly he kissed her neck, his fingers gliding across her uniform, pushing under the trim, caressing the soft skin he was lucky enough to touch. It seemed like he wanted to do more --she did as well-- but it was difficult while still wearing their uniforms.
“I want you right now,” she admitted, ignoring the embarrassment which followed her request. He groaned deeply before pushing her down to the ground, his hands unable to stay still as they reached for the bonds which held her uniform together. Just as eager he reached for his own, undressing enough for them to have some fun together.
She pushed off the remaining clothes, wanting him so badly her whole body shook from excitement. She wanted to tell him that if he didn’t hurry, she would leave, but as she stared at him she changed her mind. He didn’t wait before positioning himself between her almost naked legs, slowly entering her.
It was amazing, to feel him inside, moving, pulsing, twitching. Her arms flew around his neck, pulling him closer as he fucked her, his body covered with the uniform. She didn’t mind, loving the idea of doing it with a Quidditch player. It wouldn’t take long before Blaise took full charge, getting closer to his release.
She didn’t care if she didn’t come, feeling him was far better than she could have imagined, and since he knew the truth, she was certain he would see her later --if he wouldn’t then she would kill herself.
His moans were passionate, filled with an animal desire to fuck her harder and faster, which she loved. Her whole body felt warmer, before a wetness escaped the flesh between her legs, making her shake slightly from the mixture of pleasure and pain. Blaise was blind to her needs as he was close himself, his face reflecting her feelings.
When he came she didn’t feel less cared for. Even as he fell on top of her, his weight holding her in place, he teased the hairs by her ear, giggling every time it tingled. Eventually he was able to move off, but not before he kissed her a few more times. “I can never get enough of you,” he admitted, his kissing far more enthusiastic than she expected.
Someone called for Ginny in the distance, and the two instantly dressed themselves, doing it as fast as humanly possible. “I must go, but will we meet again?” she asked him, crossing her fingers they would.
“Yes,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her before walking in the opposite direction of the girl who was calling out for Ginny. She stared into the direction he disappeared for far longer than necessary, turning towards Luna only when she could no longer see him.
“There you are,” the girl said. Ginny smiled and nodded. “Come, they’re waiting for you,” she said and pulled Ginny up towards the party.
Characters or Pairing: Ginny/Blaise
Word Count: 1334 words
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: #20 - Outdoor sex
Arthur Notes: I forgot to post this, oh well.
Summary: A series of four relationships, each chapter dedicated to one relationship and a kinky situation inspired by the prompts hp-may-madness.
Two weeks passed since the day Ginny would rather forget about, the day where she discovered that Harry might not be her one true love. After he confronted her about the flowers she hadn’t tried to contact him, afraid of what he thought about her, afraid he’d tell others about her behaviour.
“Are you ready?” Harry asked, standing next to her looking rather pleased.
“I guess so,” she replied, knowing that within the next few minutes she would face Blaise. As she watched Harry she realised that he couldn’t be further away from loving her. Something changed, she didn’t know what, but he was different.
She didn’t have time to study him more as the game began, and the doors opened. She threw herself on her broom and flew onto the pitch, following her team around before finding her position, which unfortunately was right in front of Blaise.
He watched her closely before turning away, looking disappointed. She tried to hide her discomfort as the quaffle was thrown into the game. She forgot about Blaise, and did her best to win the game.
The game lasted slightly more than an hour, and by that time she was exhausted. Her body ached as she gave it her all, her side aching from the bludger which hit her half way through. Both teams were equally good, their score close, until Harry caught the snitch. Gryffindor won, and while it should have made her happy, she wasn’t able to enjoy the victory, not when she saw him.
He was angry, his eyes burning into her, making her feel as if their loss was her fault. She watched him as he threw his broom against the ground and angrily stomped away in the opposite direction of his team, towards the forest.
Ginny’s ears was ringing as students were running onto the field, congratulating them on their victory, throwing them into the air. She was unable to feel happy as the only thing on her mind was Blaise, and how he hated her. As the rest of her team was enjoying the attention of the crowd, Ginny managed to sneak away, running into the same direction Blaise disappeared to minutes earlier.
It wasn’t difficult finding him, as he hadn’t tried to hide, but as she stood there, watching him as his back was turned against her, she regretted her decision to face him. She lost count of time as she watched him, trying to decide if she should leave or confront him.
She wouldn’t have to decide as he turned around and noticed her. “What are you doing here?” he barked, not even trying to hide his anger.
“I wanted to apologise.”
He closed the space between them, scaring her slightly as he filled the air around her with hatred and disgust. “For what?” he asked when he stood only a few steps away from her. “For using magic to manipulate me into doing what you wanted, or for using magic to cheat make me lose my concentration during the game.”
She watched him, confused. “I didn’t use magic today,” she said.
“Liar, you witches always lie to get what you want, either it’s sex, money, or the damn Quidditch title.”
“I didn’t use magic today!” she yelled, hating to be accused of something she hadn’t done.
“I don’t believe you.” The silence between them grew as they stared at one another. He didn’t trust her, which was fine, if he hadn’t accused her of doing something she hadn’t.
“I didn’t know how they would work, and after you confronted me I destroyed the ring, the same day.” She hoped her confession would make him see she wasn’t as evil as he imagined, not that she knew what she wanted to accomplish by facing him. Maybe it was to lighten her guilt, as she felt sick every time she thought about that night.
After standing there several minutes, the intense silence so thick they could cut it with a knife, she decided to leave as she doubted he would ever change his mind. Four steps was all she was able to take before she felt a strong hand grab her arm, forcing her around. Cold fear passed through her body as she feared he would hurt her, but instead of hitting, or yelling at her, he kissed her. His lips pressed firmly against hers, his hands pulling her even closer. He confused her, hating her one moment while kissing her the next, making her knees buckle as her head felt lighter.
“I hate you for what you did,” he mumbled as he ended the kiss. “But I’ve wanted you for so long.” She was sure that if she wasn’t already blushing, his confession would have made her.
Ginny found it difficult to remember how to speak. “I’m sorry,” she whispered against his lips. He kissed her again, his hands holding her close. She moved her fingers up his chest, the rough material of the Quidditch uniform teasing her fingertips.
He didn’t say much, but his mouth told her all she wanted to hear. Slowly he kissed her neck, his fingers gliding across her uniform, pushing under the trim, caressing the soft skin he was lucky enough to touch. It seemed like he wanted to do more --she did as well-- but it was difficult while still wearing their uniforms.
“I want you right now,” she admitted, ignoring the embarrassment which followed her request. He groaned deeply before pushing her down to the ground, his hands unable to stay still as they reached for the bonds which held her uniform together. Just as eager he reached for his own, undressing enough for them to have some fun together.
She pushed off the remaining clothes, wanting him so badly her whole body shook from excitement. She wanted to tell him that if he didn’t hurry, she would leave, but as she stared at him she changed her mind. He didn’t wait before positioning himself between her almost naked legs, slowly entering her.
It was amazing, to feel him inside, moving, pulsing, twitching. Her arms flew around his neck, pulling him closer as he fucked her, his body covered with the uniform. She didn’t mind, loving the idea of doing it with a Quidditch player. It wouldn’t take long before Blaise took full charge, getting closer to his release.
She didn’t care if she didn’t come, feeling him was far better than she could have imagined, and since he knew the truth, she was certain he would see her later --if he wouldn’t then she would kill herself.
His moans were passionate, filled with an animal desire to fuck her harder and faster, which she loved. Her whole body felt warmer, before a wetness escaped the flesh between her legs, making her shake slightly from the mixture of pleasure and pain. Blaise was blind to her needs as he was close himself, his face reflecting her feelings.
When he came she didn’t feel less cared for. Even as he fell on top of her, his weight holding her in place, he teased the hairs by her ear, giggling every time it tingled. Eventually he was able to move off, but not before he kissed her a few more times. “I can never get enough of you,” he admitted, his kissing far more enthusiastic than she expected.
Someone called for Ginny in the distance, and the two instantly dressed themselves, doing it as fast as humanly possible. “I must go, but will we meet again?” she asked him, crossing her fingers they would.
“Yes,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her before walking in the opposite direction of the girl who was calling out for Ginny. She stared into the direction he disappeared for far longer than necessary, turning towards Luna only when she could no longer see him.
“There you are,” the girl said. Ginny smiled and nodded. “Come, they’re waiting for you,” she said and pulled Ginny up towards the party.