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“Ginerva Molly Weasley,”
Ginny jumped a little. Fuck! She could recognise the smoky and deep baritone of Blaise Zabini’s voice from anywhere.
Blaise’s hand tangled in her hair; he tugged and pulled her hair back to get better access. He devoured her mouth as if he couldn’t get enough. She tangled her hands in his hair. She bit his lower lip, and he growled in answer. She felt herself growing damp.
Fuck! Focus, Ginny! Focus!
Ginny straightened in the chair and cleared her throat.
Blaise barged into the room. Her assistant was right behind him, trying to stop him. She looked at Ginny apologetically. Ginny nodded her head as if she understood. Her assistant made a strategic retreat.
Blaise threw the paper onto the desk. Ginny didn’t need to know what was on there that made him bristle with fury. She was well-versed in every word; after all, she wrote it.
“You couldn’t give me a heads-up?”
“Since when do I tell you when I’m publishing an article?”
Blaise threw up his hand.
“Oh, I don’t know, since always!”
Ginny could barely conceal the snort that escaped.
Wizarding World News was a relatively new daily that was known for its unbiased views and opinions on the current ministry’s governance. Ginny had recently joined the newspaper as a senior reporter.
“You realise my think piece was based on an opposition memo someone from your inner circle drafted.”
“I know. Draco is furious with her. They just… you know this will affect them.”
Ginny raised an eyebrow. Blaise looked away.
“You do realise, I don’t have an ounce of sympathy for Hermione Granger. She switched sides. She made her bed.”
Blaise’s eyebrows scrunched in what might have been disbelief.
“I didn’t know you would be so bitter, love.”
Ginny just looked away. Hermione had worked on the opposition campaign. Augusta Longbottom would have been the better choice. But Malfoy’s deep pockets and the ruthless PR campaign to whitewash their image won people over. Internalised prejudice against muggleborns, half-bloods, and other magical creatures also helped, as it had increased since Voldemort’s fall. So she was bitter that Hermione went to work for them. They worked on the campaign together. They had agreed that they would stick together.
“Fine.. maybe I am bitter. But you cannot deny that the points I raised were wrong, or that I was not objective and unbiased. Narcissa Malfoy ran her entire campaign on the grounds of Centaur rights, non-discriminatory Werewolf Laws, easier access to potions for all magical creatures, better muggle technology integration, better employment opportunities, and the golden crown in her agenda—easing the statute of secrecy. What has she accomplished so far? Nothing! There is a lot of bowing down to the Wizengamot or only taking half-measures.”
“You know this is our first term, and we are still settling in.”
“For fuck’s sake, Blaise, it’s been more than a year. How much more settling in do you need to do before you do the things you actually claimed you would?”
Blaise opened his mouth as if to say something and then closed it.
“Off-record?”
Ginny looked at him in disbelief.
“Fine, off-record. I’m not gonna pull one over on you. I’m not that devious.”
Blaise shook his head as if he didn’t believe it.
“We are trying, and it’s difficult to navigate the bureaucratic nonsense. We have resistance considering Narcissa’s past, and also the Wizengamot has its own agenda. They would have preferred Kingsley to be the minister again. So it will take a while to make changes.”
“Oh… you mean threatening and bribing them would take a while?”
“Ginny,” Blaise admonished.
“Isn’t that what you were planning?”
Blaise looked away.
“Well, everyone knows this. It’s not a big secret like you all think it is! This is precisely why we didn’t want Narcissa Malfoy to become the Minister. We wanted to root out the corruption, not put people who would skirt along the edges and manipulate the system for their own gain.” Ginny raised her hand as if this was what she was worried about.
“Does it matter how we do it? What matters is we get the result,” Blaise was callous.
“It matters, Blaise, you are setting up precedent; you are adding to it rather than changing things.”
Blaise let out a sigh. He sat on the chair.
“Yes, we know. But change needs so much nuance and subversion; change can be brought about only if we go about doing it carefully.”
Ginny sighed as if she were tired of the excuses.
“At least you all are filthy rich. So maybe we can be relieved that money won’t sway you all.”
Ginny got up and walked to the other side of the desk. She leaned against the desk near Blaise. Blaise looked up at her.
“If it’s any consolation, I almost owled you before I sent it to my editor. But then I changed my mind.”
“Thanks,” Blaise said in a droll voice.
Ginny hid a smile.
“Draco thinks I gave you the opposition memo. He is angry. Narcissa is also not pleased.”
“It’s the truth, that’s why it stinks.”
“How did you get the memo?” Blaise looked curious.
“I don’t reveal my sources.”
Blaise nodded as if he had expected it.
“Fuck Ginny, next time please let me know at least an hour before the paper comes out, so I can do damage control.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t reply.
Blaise got up and stood really close to her. Ginny’s heart quickened in anticipation. His hand reached out and traced the collar of her satin shirt. He rubbed the material between his fingers. His hand traced the necklace. He pulled out the chain and saw the pendant. It was a small broom. He hummed to himself in what might have been satisfaction.
“You are wearing it.”
Ginny blushed a little.
“Yes,”
Blaise traced his fingers into her cleavage, and she closed her eyes. He bent down and gently nuzzled her face. He peppered kisses down her cheek and into her neck. He licked and sucked that sensitive spot on her neck. She stifled a moan, and her knees almost gave out.
He held her around her waist and pulled her close to him.
“You smell so good, love. I want to drown in your scent.”
“Blaise… the door is open.” Ginny cautioned.
A wordless charm closed the door and locked it.
He unbuttoned her shirt with a hand and peppered kisses down her chest. He bit on the swell of her left breast and left a mark.
“Fuck, Blaise… We are in my office.”
“I love to see my marks on you, love. I like to know I left them. I enjoy knowing others can see them.”
Ginny moaned. She felt her panties growing damper. She wanted to devour him. She wanted to be devoured by him.
He opened more buttons of her shirt and saw that she was wearing the green lace lingerie he got for her. His eyes darkened with pleasure, and he bit her nipple over the lace. Ginny almost screamed but bit her lips to stifle the sound.
“Please…Blaise..” she whispered feverishly.
He gently lowered the cup of her bra and swiped his tongue over her hardened nipple. His hand, which was at her waist, travelled down her thighs into her skirt. She hoisted herself onto the desk. Her skirt rode up. His hand touched her centre, and he found her panties were damp. He gently pushed the panties away to touch her core and found her wet and dripping. He hummed in satisfaction. He continued licking and sucking her nipple. He pulled down the cup of her bra on the other side and licked, sucked and bit there too. His hand kept circling her clit while he continued his ministrations. Ginny grabbed his shoulder with one hand while her other hand was tangled in his hair.
“Look at that, fucking dripping for me. I love how responsive you are. You wore these panties knowing I would come. Don’t try to lie. You wanted to tease me, isn’t that right, love?”
Ginny buried her face in his shoulder and moaned, so that no one outside would know what was happening.
“Do you want my cock, love? Do you want me to fill you up and have you dripping with my cum?”
“Yes.. Oh Merlin…Yes,”
“I know you love being stuffed full of my cock. Do you want me to fuck your mouth first or your cunt?”
“Both… I want both. "
“Hmm.. greedy, greedy girl. You just cannot get enough, isn’t it?”
Ginny climbed higher. The pleasure coursed through her body. She was almost at the precipice of her climax; one more push and she would fall over.
“Please… please…”
Blaise suddenly stopped and withdrew his hand. He straightened himself and looked at her.
“No, darling,”
Ginny stared at him, confused, as if she were not sure she had heard right.
“What?”
“I want you to stay like this. I want you dripping wet and needy for me. I want you to think of me and not touch yourself. If you wait, I will reward you.”
Ginny gaped at him as if she couldn’t believe what he was saying.
“Straighten your clothes. I have a meeting with a council member in 15 minutes. I have to be on my way.”
“Blaise… what the… are you?”
He turned to walk towards the door.
“Wait.. stop…”
Ginny wanted to kill him. She was that close to orgasm, and he stopped. He was going to leave her like that? She slowly straightened her clothes and buttoned her shirt.
“You won’t know if I touch myself. Maybe I will touch myself and enjoy it,” Ginny challenged him. Blaise closed his eyes for a second and then adjusted himself. He gave her a wicked smile.
“I will, darling. I will know if you touch yourself. "
Blaise came close to her. He pressed a kiss on her forehead.
“I have to go. I’m running late.”
Ginny just looked at him, dazed. She shook her head to clear it. She finally nodded.
“Remember, darling, your patience will be rewarded.”
“Fine!” she reluctantly agreed because she knew how good it would be if she waited.
“I’m going to get you back for this.”
“Oh.. I wouldn’t expect anything less. "
Blaise opened the door and turned back to look at her.
“Bye, Mrs Zabini.” He winked at her and left.
“Bye, Mr Zabini,”
Ginny Molly Wesley-Zabini would get her husband back. She smiled deviously. She was unsatisfied and irritated. The situation miffed her. But she was looking forward to getting him back.
After all, what was marriage without a little healthy competition, especially the kind where both sides won?