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Day 3 - Rain [Ginny/Blaise]
Title: Rain
Characters or Pairing: Ginny/Blaise
Word Count: 2692 words
Rating: NC-17
Warning: dub-con
Challenge: #3 - 15 meter club, biting
Author's Notes: I tried to keep it short, but I lost track of the words
Summary: A series of four relationships, each chapter dedicated to one relationship and a kinky situation inspired by the prompts hp-may-madness.
When Harry rejected her she was sure her life was over, he was after all the only one she had ever had her eyes on, even the times she dated others. It was rude, she knew it, but since the first day she heard Ron was friends with Harry Potter, she was obsessed. It wasn’t healthy, but once Ginny really liked someone, she had a difficult time letting go.
She was almost prepared to let go of her silly crush --even if she knew she could never really stop loving him-- when Luna handed her a small bouquet of spring flowers.
“Here, they are for luck, love and sexual release.” Ginny wasn’t a prude, but the thought of sexual release made her blush.
“Why are you giving them to me?”
“I figured that after your disappointment with Harry, you might want an extra boost.”
“I thank you for the thought, but I don’t need the help of magic.” It was a lie, and Luna knew it, but Ginny didn’t want to seem desperate, even if Luna was her best friend.
“You need a distraction, and what better way than a boy who will enjoy it as well?” Ginny stared at the flowers, feeling drawn towards the promise of a fling.
“I like the thought, but isn’t this against some law?”
“You can say it’s a grey area, as it will attract someone who might have another relationship, or who might not want you even though you fit perfectly together, but it’s not like amorosia.” Ginny didn’t like the thought of forcing someone to meet her, but the thought of being alone was even worse.
“How does it work?” Magic flowers always had a ritual in order to activate their powers, she knew as much.
“You braid them together using a colour pattern, white, pink and green. You can turn it into a crown, or a bracelet, or anything you might want as long as they are braided. Then, when the time is ready, you pluck off one of the pink flowers and eat it, before getting wet with the braided ring. You put it on, and either shower, or bathe; it works even if you take a swim in the lake this morning.” Ginny kept her eyes on the different flowers, feeling slightly pathetic for having to use magic in order to catch a man. “I hear it will rain tomorrow, so why don’t you take a stroll outside?” It wasn’t the first time Luna suggested doing something which sounded absurd, but which ended up working, so Ginny wasn’t planning to oppose the idea.
“So you were with someone this morning?” Ginny asked, curious to know what her friend had been doing.
“Yes, and I’ll tell you all about it later, right after you’ve braided those flowers.” Ginny gave her a friendly nudge before returning to her breakfast. She knew that the identity of the boy Luna saw would be kept a secret, but luckily she wasn’t embarrassed telling Ginny the details.
The rest of Sunday was rather uneventful compared to that morning, which was why Ginny decided to braid the flowers right after dinner. Once she was done she informed Luna of the braid, and as her friend had promised, she gave Ginny the details of her morning fling. Ginny’s body tingled slightly as her body temperature increased, and the flesh between her legs aching for release. That was when she was determined to go through with the ritual.
The good weather had only lasted one day, and even if it wasn’t blowing as hard as it did the first week, the rain was still cold. Ginny played with the flower bracelet she made, almost regretting what she was about to do, but then she remembered Harry, and the small chance of him being her true love. plucking off one of the pink flowers and ate it, finding the taste slightly sweet.
Having proceeded with the first part of the ritual she stepped outside in the rain, surprised to find that the rain was not as cold as it normally was, which was a good thing since she didn’t bring her robe. Luna told her to stay in the rain for at least an hour before leaving, having to give whoever would come some time.Trying her hardest to obey every direction, Ginny took a stroll down the hillside, heading towards the Quidditch field.
Hating having to wait, Ginny borrowed one of the training brooms --which weren’t nearly as good as her old hand-me-down broom-- and kicked off the ground, flying in circles around the pitch, trying to practice some of her chaser moves.
She was so occupied concentrating on flying that she wasn’t aware she was no longer alone. She was just about to make a backflip when a shadow distracted her, and as she turned to look at him she lost her her grip on the broom handle and slipped. Luckily her legs were locked in position and she didn’t fall off at once, instead she dangled upside down. Feeling herself slipping she reached for the broomhandle, but it was too slippery to get a good grip. A cold passed through her body as she feared for her life, fearing she would break her neck if she did fall.
Almost like an answer to her prayer, she felt a strong hand grab her by her wrist and pull her up. Unfortunately the broom couldn’t handle the pull and it lost its flying ability, falling to the ground and left her hanging in the air.
“I’ve got you,” he said through his teeth and pulled her up. After a little struggle, and teamwork, Ginny was finally sitting on his broom. Up until then she was occupied saving her life, so she didn’t get a good look at him, but once she was safely on his broom she could finally see who the flowers decided was best for her.
She knew him, as far as seeing him around but never speaking to him went. He was Draco Malfoy’s friend, and a Slytherin. She was surprised by the choice, having never thought about him, barely even knowing his name. “Thank you,” she muttered and looked away,her cheeks burning slightly as she remembered what Luna did the previous day.
“Why did you use the training broom, you have a better one.” Ginny found it strange he knew that, but she then reminded herself that he was on the Quidditch team as well, and anyone would have noticed if someone on the opposite team was using a training broom.
“I didn’t bring it with me because I wasn’t planning to ride in the rain,” she replied, not sure how she felt about him being the one.
“I’m assuming you didn’t plan on being in the rain either, since you’re not wearing a robe.” Ginny would have been insulted if it wasn’t for the fact that the coldness of the rain was affecting her.
“I needed to get away,” she mumbled and wrapped her arms around her, trying to regain some of the warmth from before. He didn’t speak, instead he did something else which shocked her, he wrapped his robe around her. “Why did you do that for?” she asked as the heat returned to her body, but not because of the robe. She knew what would most likely happen between them, but he didn’t, which made her felt slightly guilty for going through with the ritual.
“I thought you might be cold,” he replied calmly, as if his behaviour was the most normal thing in the world. “You better come closer, don’t want you to get pneumonia four days before the big game.” Ginny tried to hide her smile as she scooched over, sitting closer to him than she had with Harry; maybe he was a better match than Harry.
“You didn’t have to share your robe, you could have taken me down, you know.” Looking at him she noticed the tiny smile hiding behind a calm expression, if she wasn’t sitting as close as she was she might not have seen it. The rain kept falling, but she paid it no attention. A few water droplets ran down his face, down his throat until it disappeared into the thick robe.
“I could,” he eventually said.
“But you won’t?” He shook his head, which normally would have made her nervous, but instead made her feel wanted. “Why?”
“I want to tell you why, but I’m afraid you won’t like the answer.” She already knew the answer as the flowers wouldn’t pull someone together if there wasn’t anything there from the beginning, even if two people had never spoken before.
She licked her lips, wondering if she should wait and see if he dared to take the first step, or if she had to. “Don’t worry, I’ll take you down,” he said a few seconds later, sounding slightly hurt. Ginny’s heart jumped as he moved his arms around her, only to be disappointment when she realised she was reaching for the broom handle.
He barely had the chance to steer the broom into the right direction before Ginny stopped him by kissing him. The broom stopped moving as their lips stayed together, his head turning slightly as his hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. Ginny understood then what Luna meant when she said they didn’t have much of a choice, unless she broke the circle of flowers. She stopped paying attention to their surroundings as the kiss deepened, sending a warmth through her body that settled between her legs.
“Do you want this?” she asked him when the kiss ended, leaving them both breathless.
He rested his forehead against hers, cupping her face in his warm hands. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted, planting a few more kisses on her lips.
“How long?” she asked, wanting to be sure she didn’t rape him.
“Years.” Ginny wanted to believe him, but she didn’t know how much power the flowers possessed, if they would make him think it was years while in reality he didn’t even know she existed.
She almost pulled back, and would have succeeded if it wasn’t because he kissed her again, deeper and more passionately than before, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She kissed him back as she wrapped her arms around him, caressing his lean body. He moved his hands down her body, caressing her breasts before moving down to her waist, pulling her even closer. Ginny wanted more, so she let her hands travel down his chest until she found his cock. Her fingers unbuttoned his trousers, wasting no time before reaching for his cock, loving the moan which escaped her when her fingers wrapped around it.
“Fuck,” he moaned and reached for her breast, squeezing lightly.
She managed to pump his cock a few times before the position hurt her arm. “Should we find somewhere to continue this?” she asked, trying to come up with a location which would satisfy their needs.
“You don’t want to do it here?” he asked. Ginny looked at the ground beneath them, knowing that the chance of falling wasn’t as big as she feared.
“Lets try,” she smiled, reaching for her own trousers, taking them off as fast as she could without falling herself. Once they were off she looked around, not sure where to put them; not wanting to waste time with such small problems she let them fall down to the ground. Her decision made Blaise smile, and once his trousers were off he did the same thing. They weren’t complete naked on their bottom, she still had her knickers and he his boxers, and his robe hid most of their bodies anyway.
Positioning herself so she faced him, her legs crossing his, she continued to kiss him deeply, loving the way his cock pressed against her, pulsing as the kiss evolved. He moved his hand between their bodies, and after a little fumbling she felt the warm flesh against her thigh, and it was filling her with lust.
Her arms were wrapped around his neck as he pulled her knickers to the side and slipped a finger into her, making her to gasp. She loved to feel his finger inside her, but it was something else she desired entirely. Luckily for her it wouldn’t be long before he positioned his cock, penetrating her. Together they moaned, pulling each other into a deep embrace, sharing an even deeper kiss.
She would have loved taking it slow, but as he was inside her all she wanted was to ride him until she came, and that was exactly what she did. He didn’t protest when she took charge, instead he opened her shirt and revealed her breasts, which he then teased by biting the nipple lightly before sucking on it. The combination of the danger by fucking on a broom, his cock inside her, and the teasing of her breasts, pushed her faster towards her orgasm.
“I can’t take it much longer,” she gasped, rolling her hips in the same motion until she was knew it wouldn’t be long. She was right, all it took was for him to bite her nipple a few more times. “I- I’m coming,” she growled, digging her nails into his back as she came. He groaned, releasing her nipple from her mouth, grabbing her hips and using his strength to aggressively fuck her a few more times before coming himself barely three seconds after her.
They embraced each other as the orgasms settled, sharing a few more kisses before he pulled out of her. “That was,” Ginny needed to take a short break trying to come up with the perfect word to describe what just happened.
“Magical,” he finished, smiling softly.
His word made her feel guilty by what she had done, and if she was on the ground that would be the moment she would have tried to run, but as she was stuck in the air, she had to stay calm. Fortunately for her he didn’t waste time in the air and quickly sent his broom flying towards the ground, stopping next to their clothes.
Slipping away from him and his protective robe, Ginny found her trousers and dressed herself. She was almost done when he interrupted her. “What’s that?” he asked. Ginny looked at him, then followed the direction of his finger, which lead to the flower bracelet.
“It’s a bracelet,” she said, avoiding telling him the entire truth.
The look in his face, which had been loving and caring only minutes earlier, was filled with confusion and distrust, and a little anger. He closed the space between them and grabbed her wrist, pushing her shirt up to reveal the flowers. “You used magic?!” he angrily shouted. Ginny couldn’t help feeling threatened by his behaviour, fearing he would do something to hurt her. She opened her mouth to tell him the truth, but no words escaped her.
“Destroy it,” he demanded, pushing her wrist closer to her face. “I said, destroy it!”
“Why?” She knew the second her word escaped her mouth that it was a stupid question.
“Because its magic prevents me, or anyone who are not its maker, to destroy it.” Ginny didn’t know that, neither did she understand why he was as angry as he was, but chose not to criticise him.
She reached for the flower bracelet and tried to rip it apart, only to be surprised when the flowers wouldn’t break. “I can’t-” it was all she was able to say before he slammed her hand into her chest, sent her an angry look and left, grabbing his broom which was still floating behind him.
Ginny watched him leave, her heart aching, her eyes stinging, feeling more alone and colder than before he showed up. She stood in the same position until he was gone from her view, then she slowly walked over to the training broom and placing it back in its shed before returning back to her common room, needing a hot shower before searching for the comfort of her bed.
Characters or Pairing: Ginny/Blaise
Word Count: 2692 words
Rating: NC-17
Warning: dub-con
Challenge: #3 - 15 meter club, biting
Author's Notes: I tried to keep it short, but I lost track of the words
Summary: A series of four relationships, each chapter dedicated to one relationship and a kinky situation inspired by the prompts hp-may-madness.
When Harry rejected her she was sure her life was over, he was after all the only one she had ever had her eyes on, even the times she dated others. It was rude, she knew it, but since the first day she heard Ron was friends with Harry Potter, she was obsessed. It wasn’t healthy, but once Ginny really liked someone, she had a difficult time letting go.
She was almost prepared to let go of her silly crush --even if she knew she could never really stop loving him-- when Luna handed her a small bouquet of spring flowers.
“Here, they are for luck, love and sexual release.” Ginny wasn’t a prude, but the thought of sexual release made her blush.
“Why are you giving them to me?”
“I figured that after your disappointment with Harry, you might want an extra boost.”
“I thank you for the thought, but I don’t need the help of magic.” It was a lie, and Luna knew it, but Ginny didn’t want to seem desperate, even if Luna was her best friend.
“You need a distraction, and what better way than a boy who will enjoy it as well?” Ginny stared at the flowers, feeling drawn towards the promise of a fling.
“I like the thought, but isn’t this against some law?”
“You can say it’s a grey area, as it will attract someone who might have another relationship, or who might not want you even though you fit perfectly together, but it’s not like amorosia.” Ginny didn’t like the thought of forcing someone to meet her, but the thought of being alone was even worse.
“How does it work?” Magic flowers always had a ritual in order to activate their powers, she knew as much.
“You braid them together using a colour pattern, white, pink and green. You can turn it into a crown, or a bracelet, or anything you might want as long as they are braided. Then, when the time is ready, you pluck off one of the pink flowers and eat it, before getting wet with the braided ring. You put it on, and either shower, or bathe; it works even if you take a swim in the lake this morning.” Ginny kept her eyes on the different flowers, feeling slightly pathetic for having to use magic in order to catch a man. “I hear it will rain tomorrow, so why don’t you take a stroll outside?” It wasn’t the first time Luna suggested doing something which sounded absurd, but which ended up working, so Ginny wasn’t planning to oppose the idea.
“So you were with someone this morning?” Ginny asked, curious to know what her friend had been doing.
“Yes, and I’ll tell you all about it later, right after you’ve braided those flowers.” Ginny gave her a friendly nudge before returning to her breakfast. She knew that the identity of the boy Luna saw would be kept a secret, but luckily she wasn’t embarrassed telling Ginny the details.
The rest of Sunday was rather uneventful compared to that morning, which was why Ginny decided to braid the flowers right after dinner. Once she was done she informed Luna of the braid, and as her friend had promised, she gave Ginny the details of her morning fling. Ginny’s body tingled slightly as her body temperature increased, and the flesh between her legs aching for release. That was when she was determined to go through with the ritual.
The good weather had only lasted one day, and even if it wasn’t blowing as hard as it did the first week, the rain was still cold. Ginny played with the flower bracelet she made, almost regretting what she was about to do, but then she remembered Harry, and the small chance of him being her true love. plucking off one of the pink flowers and ate it, finding the taste slightly sweet.
Having proceeded with the first part of the ritual she stepped outside in the rain, surprised to find that the rain was not as cold as it normally was, which was a good thing since she didn’t bring her robe. Luna told her to stay in the rain for at least an hour before leaving, having to give whoever would come some time.Trying her hardest to obey every direction, Ginny took a stroll down the hillside, heading towards the Quidditch field.
Hating having to wait, Ginny borrowed one of the training brooms --which weren’t nearly as good as her old hand-me-down broom-- and kicked off the ground, flying in circles around the pitch, trying to practice some of her chaser moves.
She was so occupied concentrating on flying that she wasn’t aware she was no longer alone. She was just about to make a backflip when a shadow distracted her, and as she turned to look at him she lost her her grip on the broom handle and slipped. Luckily her legs were locked in position and she didn’t fall off at once, instead she dangled upside down. Feeling herself slipping she reached for the broomhandle, but it was too slippery to get a good grip. A cold passed through her body as she feared for her life, fearing she would break her neck if she did fall.
Almost like an answer to her prayer, she felt a strong hand grab her by her wrist and pull her up. Unfortunately the broom couldn’t handle the pull and it lost its flying ability, falling to the ground and left her hanging in the air.
“I’ve got you,” he said through his teeth and pulled her up. After a little struggle, and teamwork, Ginny was finally sitting on his broom. Up until then she was occupied saving her life, so she didn’t get a good look at him, but once she was safely on his broom she could finally see who the flowers decided was best for her.
She knew him, as far as seeing him around but never speaking to him went. He was Draco Malfoy’s friend, and a Slytherin. She was surprised by the choice, having never thought about him, barely even knowing his name. “Thank you,” she muttered and looked away,her cheeks burning slightly as she remembered what Luna did the previous day.
“Why did you use the training broom, you have a better one.” Ginny found it strange he knew that, but she then reminded herself that he was on the Quidditch team as well, and anyone would have noticed if someone on the opposite team was using a training broom.
“I didn’t bring it with me because I wasn’t planning to ride in the rain,” she replied, not sure how she felt about him being the one.
“I’m assuming you didn’t plan on being in the rain either, since you’re not wearing a robe.” Ginny would have been insulted if it wasn’t for the fact that the coldness of the rain was affecting her.
“I needed to get away,” she mumbled and wrapped her arms around her, trying to regain some of the warmth from before. He didn’t speak, instead he did something else which shocked her, he wrapped his robe around her. “Why did you do that for?” she asked as the heat returned to her body, but not because of the robe. She knew what would most likely happen between them, but he didn’t, which made her felt slightly guilty for going through with the ritual.
“I thought you might be cold,” he replied calmly, as if his behaviour was the most normal thing in the world. “You better come closer, don’t want you to get pneumonia four days before the big game.” Ginny tried to hide her smile as she scooched over, sitting closer to him than she had with Harry; maybe he was a better match than Harry.
“You didn’t have to share your robe, you could have taken me down, you know.” Looking at him she noticed the tiny smile hiding behind a calm expression, if she wasn’t sitting as close as she was she might not have seen it. The rain kept falling, but she paid it no attention. A few water droplets ran down his face, down his throat until it disappeared into the thick robe.
“I could,” he eventually said.
“But you won’t?” He shook his head, which normally would have made her nervous, but instead made her feel wanted. “Why?”
“I want to tell you why, but I’m afraid you won’t like the answer.” She already knew the answer as the flowers wouldn’t pull someone together if there wasn’t anything there from the beginning, even if two people had never spoken before.
She licked her lips, wondering if she should wait and see if he dared to take the first step, or if she had to. “Don’t worry, I’ll take you down,” he said a few seconds later, sounding slightly hurt. Ginny’s heart jumped as he moved his arms around her, only to be disappointment when she realised she was reaching for the broom handle.
He barely had the chance to steer the broom into the right direction before Ginny stopped him by kissing him. The broom stopped moving as their lips stayed together, his head turning slightly as his hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. Ginny understood then what Luna meant when she said they didn’t have much of a choice, unless she broke the circle of flowers. She stopped paying attention to their surroundings as the kiss deepened, sending a warmth through her body that settled between her legs.
“Do you want this?” she asked him when the kiss ended, leaving them both breathless.
He rested his forehead against hers, cupping her face in his warm hands. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted, planting a few more kisses on her lips.
“How long?” she asked, wanting to be sure she didn’t rape him.
“Years.” Ginny wanted to believe him, but she didn’t know how much power the flowers possessed, if they would make him think it was years while in reality he didn’t even know she existed.
She almost pulled back, and would have succeeded if it wasn’t because he kissed her again, deeper and more passionately than before, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She kissed him back as she wrapped her arms around him, caressing his lean body. He moved his hands down her body, caressing her breasts before moving down to her waist, pulling her even closer. Ginny wanted more, so she let her hands travel down his chest until she found his cock. Her fingers unbuttoned his trousers, wasting no time before reaching for his cock, loving the moan which escaped her when her fingers wrapped around it.
“Fuck,” he moaned and reached for her breast, squeezing lightly.
She managed to pump his cock a few times before the position hurt her arm. “Should we find somewhere to continue this?” she asked, trying to come up with a location which would satisfy their needs.
“You don’t want to do it here?” he asked. Ginny looked at the ground beneath them, knowing that the chance of falling wasn’t as big as she feared.
“Lets try,” she smiled, reaching for her own trousers, taking them off as fast as she could without falling herself. Once they were off she looked around, not sure where to put them; not wanting to waste time with such small problems she let them fall down to the ground. Her decision made Blaise smile, and once his trousers were off he did the same thing. They weren’t complete naked on their bottom, she still had her knickers and he his boxers, and his robe hid most of their bodies anyway.
Positioning herself so she faced him, her legs crossing his, she continued to kiss him deeply, loving the way his cock pressed against her, pulsing as the kiss evolved. He moved his hand between their bodies, and after a little fumbling she felt the warm flesh against her thigh, and it was filling her with lust.
Her arms were wrapped around his neck as he pulled her knickers to the side and slipped a finger into her, making her to gasp. She loved to feel his finger inside her, but it was something else she desired entirely. Luckily for her it wouldn’t be long before he positioned his cock, penetrating her. Together they moaned, pulling each other into a deep embrace, sharing an even deeper kiss.
She would have loved taking it slow, but as he was inside her all she wanted was to ride him until she came, and that was exactly what she did. He didn’t protest when she took charge, instead he opened her shirt and revealed her breasts, which he then teased by biting the nipple lightly before sucking on it. The combination of the danger by fucking on a broom, his cock inside her, and the teasing of her breasts, pushed her faster towards her orgasm.
“I can’t take it much longer,” she gasped, rolling her hips in the same motion until she was knew it wouldn’t be long. She was right, all it took was for him to bite her nipple a few more times. “I- I’m coming,” she growled, digging her nails into his back as she came. He groaned, releasing her nipple from her mouth, grabbing her hips and using his strength to aggressively fuck her a few more times before coming himself barely three seconds after her.
They embraced each other as the orgasms settled, sharing a few more kisses before he pulled out of her. “That was,” Ginny needed to take a short break trying to come up with the perfect word to describe what just happened.
“Magical,” he finished, smiling softly.
His word made her feel guilty by what she had done, and if she was on the ground that would be the moment she would have tried to run, but as she was stuck in the air, she had to stay calm. Fortunately for her he didn’t waste time in the air and quickly sent his broom flying towards the ground, stopping next to their clothes.
Slipping away from him and his protective robe, Ginny found her trousers and dressed herself. She was almost done when he interrupted her. “What’s that?” he asked. Ginny looked at him, then followed the direction of his finger, which lead to the flower bracelet.
“It’s a bracelet,” she said, avoiding telling him the entire truth.
The look in his face, which had been loving and caring only minutes earlier, was filled with confusion and distrust, and a little anger. He closed the space between them and grabbed her wrist, pushing her shirt up to reveal the flowers. “You used magic?!” he angrily shouted. Ginny couldn’t help feeling threatened by his behaviour, fearing he would do something to hurt her. She opened her mouth to tell him the truth, but no words escaped her.
“Destroy it,” he demanded, pushing her wrist closer to her face. “I said, destroy it!”
“Why?” She knew the second her word escaped her mouth that it was a stupid question.
“Because its magic prevents me, or anyone who are not its maker, to destroy it.” Ginny didn’t know that, neither did she understand why he was as angry as he was, but chose not to criticise him.
She reached for the flower bracelet and tried to rip it apart, only to be surprised when the flowers wouldn’t break. “I can’t-” it was all she was able to say before he slammed her hand into her chest, sent her an angry look and left, grabbing his broom which was still floating behind him.
Ginny watched him leave, her heart aching, her eyes stinging, feeling more alone and colder than before he showed up. She stood in the same position until he was gone from her view, then she slowly walked over to the training broom and placing it back in its shed before returning back to her common room, needing a hot shower before searching for the comfort of her bed.