Deadly Lust

'Blaise Zabini...' The name rolled off of Ginny's tongue like melted chocolate--the kind of stuff that's so sweet, but in the right frame of mind, oh-so-kinky. So, yes, she had once called him a poser. And a prat. And an arsehole. But what did that matter, honestly? It wasn't as if she planned on marrying the bloke; she just wanted to use him as bait. And if a few good snogs were in order to see that plan through, then so be it. But really, the ultimate goal was get Harry back.

'What was that, Ginny?' Hermione asked, looking up from her copy of the Daily Prophet.

Ginny blushed, realising that she had actually said his name aloud. A quick save was in order: 'Just noticing that he's not a bad looking fellow, is he?'

'Who?' Hermione said curiously, now setting her paper down on the table. Ron had looked up from his bowl of oatmeal as well. Harry must have distinctly heard who she was talking about--or was otherwise feeling uncomfortable with just the idea of Ginny finding another male attractive--because he seemed quite content with staring at the burnt design of his toast.

Ginny inwardly cursed at herself. Clearly Hermione hadn't really heard who she had been talking about, and Ginny could have easily gotten away with a simple: 'Oh, nothing.' This, however, made things so much more interesting.

'Just noticing Blaise over there,' Ginny said, taking a bite of her slice of bacon.

'Zabini?' Ron blurted, gagging on his oatmeal and giving himself a coughing-attack.

Hermione blinked at Ginny for a moment before looking at Harry and then back to Ginny. Something told Ginny that Hermione knew what she was up to. Harry was now violently smearing jam over his toast, clenching the knife with white knuckles.

'Yes,' Ginny said, somewhat dreamily. 'I think I'm going to go over there.' And with that she rose from the table, despite the rebuttals coming from her brother. She could feel Harry's eyes burning into the back of her head as she merrily made her way toward the Slytherin table. She not so discreetly hiked up her skirt so that she showed another few centimetres of leg as she reached the Slytherin table.

Eyes seemed to follow her down the row of tables, because suddenly the Great Hall seemed decibels quieter. Still, Ginny kept her cool as she reached Blaise's seat at the table. He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her legs briefly, before he looked at her face and spoke. 'Yes?'

'Blaise, could I speak to you in private for a moment?' she asked, her hands behind her back and one leg rubbing the back of the other, in an attempt to flirt.

'Anything you want to say to me can be said here, Weasley,' Blaise said, with a sneer almost worthy of Draco Malfoy.

Ginny looked around at the table of Slytherins, including Pansy Parkinson, Crabbe, and Goyle--all of Malfoy's old cronies. She shrugged and took a seat next to him, making herself quite comfortable as she picked up a spare fork and prodded it into Pansy's last bite of scrambled eggs, which earned her a shriek of hatred as she plopped it in her mouth.

'Well, Blaise,' Ginny said, crossing one leg over the other and feeling her skirt rise up even further, 'I was wondering if you had any plans this weekend? I was thinking maybe we could get together.'

Blaise stared at her for several moments, as did the rest of the Great Hall, before speaking, 'And why on Earth would I want to do that?'

It was a harsh comment, but nothing that Ginny hadn't been ready for. 'The question is, Blaise, why wouldn't you want to?' Before Blaise could ponder her comment, Ginny leaned in and planted a hard kiss on his mouth, circling his lips with her tongue and slipping it inside his mouth for measure. He responded well to the kiss, and Ginny could see that she wasn't wasting her time with this one.

Ginny pulled away to assess Blaise's reaction. He stared into her eyes for several long moments before asking quietly, 'Where did you have in mind?'

She was in.

Rumours buzzed about the castle for the rest of the week about Ginny and Blaise's lip lock, which had landed them each with a detention, and most people had it in mind that the pair had plans to "do the deed" that weekend. Ginny scoffed at the rumour. Honestly, who would think her to be that big of a whore?

The two met in the Room of Requirement on Saturday at seven, where Blaise made sure to put a Silencing Charm and a Temporary Undetectable Charm. They sat down on the couch, not speaking. After about five minutes, Blaise leaned over and kissed her. The plan soon grew into passion, and that soon evolved to lust. They each began tearing desperately at each other's clothes, equally wanting more and more.

'Weasley,' Blaise breathed, pulling away from her only slightly. Ginny looked up at him, her hands on his back, beneath his shirt. 'Want to do something crazy?'

Ginny didn't dare ask what was on his mind for fear of actually not wanting to do it, but merely nodded. 'Close your eyes,' he whispered. Ginny did as she was told, trying to muster up the Gryffindor courage that the Sorting Hat had told her she possessed in her first year. Now she wasn't sure she belonged in Gryffindor. Maybe Hufflepuff, perhaps ever Slytherin, but certainly not Gryffindor.

'Open your eyes,' Blaise hissed. Ginny opened her eyes slowly, mentally preparing herself for what she was about to see.

Blaise laid on his back, wearing only his black silk boxers, a bulge apparent near the buttoned-up flap.

'You expect me to have sex with you?' Ginny said, not believing his request.

Blaise laughed. 'No, of course not,' he said, grinning in a way that frightened Ginny. 'Ever heard of a blow job?'

Ginny's mind raced. He was asking her to go down on him. Somehow in his mind he found that so much better than having sexual intercourse. He had to be out of his fucking mind.

'If you want Potter back, you'll do it,' he said daringly.

'No, he--what? How did you know that I wanted to get him back?' she asked.

'I've seen the way you look at him,' Blaise said, amused. 'Everyone's assuming it's all a clever ruse to get him back.'

'And how does me...doing this to you get Harry back?' Ginny asked cautiously.

'Well,' Blaise said, sitting up, his lip curling into an evil grin, 'otherwise I'll just have to rape you. And what guy would ever want to date a pathetic girl who shared her first time in the Room of Requirement on her first date?'

The unshed tears stung at Ginny's eyes as she faced the consequences of the situation she had got herself into. Her wand was in her dormitory, so there was no way to defend herself. She could try to make a run for it, but she knew that Blaise must have also magically locked the door. Really, though, that was her only chance at making it out of the room with her virginity fully intact.

Ginny leapt from the couch, tripping over the coffee table, and reached for the doorknob; it jiggled but didn't turn. She was locked in; there was no escape.

She backed up against the door as Blaise neared her. 'Are you ready to play my way?' he asked.

'No!' Ginny shouted, pushing him back, and making a run to the other side of the room just to get away. But he grabbed her wrist before she could even take two steps. He shoved her up against the wall with all his might, and she felt a bookend dig into her back and breaking the skin. She could feel fresh blood dripping down her back, making her blouse stick to her. He raised his hand and slapped her across the face, punishing her for not obeying orders. She crumbled to the floor, tears rolling down her cheeks. Then, he kicked her, blow after blow pounding into her side like a jackhammer. But that wasn't enough for him. Seeing her crying and sobbing for him to stop didn't fulfil him; it made him angrier. He pulled her up by her wrists, digging his nails into her flesh, causing deep crimson blood to drip down her arms like the veins beneath her skin. With one last push, he knocked her to the ground, where her head collided with the floor and her world faded into eternal darkness.

It had all started out as just a simple plan to make Harry Potter jealous--a way for Ginny Weasley to get her ex-boyfriend back. But it ended in a funeral and a trial for the murder of Ginevra Molly Weasley, the only daughter of Arthur and Molly Weasley. Blaise claimed that it was accidental manslaughter and pleaded temporary insanity, that he only wanted to be with her--that he loved her, a crime of passion, as it came to be called. He was sentenced to twenty-five years in Azkaban Prison, but that wasn't enough for Harry. Harry, who had still loved Ginny and hadn't needed to be made jealous in order to show his affection for her, murdered Blaise while visiting him in Azkaban, which earned Harry a trial in front of the Wizengamot, where he pleaded guilty of planned murder, fully aware of what he was doing. It earned Harry the Dementor's Kiss.

Ginny's plan was to get her boyfriend back. Ginny's plan failed, not because it ended in murder, but because she would wait another hundred years before Harry's body died and rejoined his soul. It would be another hundred years before they would ever be together again.