Seven Minutes in Heaven (with the Harry Potter Boys)

Blaise Zabini

I wanted to give you a heads-up before you dive into this chapter as it is a little more explicit than usual, so if you're not comfortable with slightly smuttier content, you may want to skip ahead. If you're ready to continue, enjoy the chapter!

As you reached into the bag, your hand felt around for a moment until it finally grasped onto a smooth, polished stone. You pulled it out and saw that it was a deep, midnight blue color with flecks of gold speckled throughout. You recognized it as a lapis lazuli gemstone, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue and anticipation as you looked around the room to see who it belonged to.

Your eyes fell on Blaise Zabini, the tall and dark-haired Slytherin who had caught your eye more than once. He was leaning against one of the bookshelves, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you with an amused expression. You felt your cheeks flush as he made eye contact with you, and you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by his confident demeanor.

But you couldn't deny the excitement that surged through you as you walked over to him, lapis lazuli stone in hand. You could feel the tension and anticipation in the room as everyone watched to see who you would choose. When you finally stood in front of Blaise, he raised an eyebrow in surprise, but a smirk played at the corners of his mouth.

"Looks like it's our lucky day," he said, taking the stone from you and slipping it into his pocket. "Shall we?"

Blaise offered you his hand, and you took it, feeling a shiver of excitement run down your spine as he led you to the closet. As you stepped inside, the door closed behind you, and the darkness enveloped you. But you didn't have long to dwell on it, as Blaise's hand found yours again, and he pulled you close.

"Seven minutes is not enough time," he murmured, his breath warm on your neck. "But let's make the most of it." He leaned in and captured your lips in a searing kiss, his hands trailing down your sides to grip your hips. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself against him, reveling in the feeling of his body against yours. You were so entranced, in fact, that when Blaise lifted you off the floor you barely registered what was happening around you. All you knew was Blaise. His strong hold on your waist and his lips against yours, his tongue exploring your mouth, teasing your own before pressing deeper. His hands glided down your back, pulling your blouse out of your skirt as he pushed you closer to him. You moaned softly as you felt his fingers slide under the elastic band of your underwear. Your hips instinctively bucked up, pressing into him harder, and his face broke away for a brief second to let out a growl of frustration before returning to your lips. You whimpered and buried your face in his shoulder, moaning lightly as you felt something hard press against your lower stomach.

You gasped loudly as Blaise slipped his fingers between you and your panties, feeling him press against your clit. Blaise smirked into the kiss, knowing you'd been thoroughly aroused. He began moving his fingers faster, and you could feel your arousal becoming stronger and stronger as his mouth returned to yours. You dug your nails into his shoulders as he increased the pace of his fingers and rubbed against you. His other hand slid underneath your bra as he grabbed onto your breast with his free hand, squeezing it tightly as he continued pumping his fingers. You let out another moan as Blaise moved them faster and faster.

The door suddenly burst open, causing the two of you to break apart in shock as someone stumbled into the room. The sound brought both of you back to reality, and Blaise swiftly set you down as he tried to look composed. 

It was Hermione Granger who had entered the room, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the scene before her. "Oh, sorry," she stammered, clearly taken aback by what she had stumbled upon. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

Blaise gave her a small smile, his arm still wrapped around your waist. "No worries, Hermione," he said, his voice low and husky. "We were just finishing up."

Hermione nodded, her cheeks flushing as she quickly made her way out of the room. You and Blaise watched her go, a sense of amusement passing between you as you realized just how awkward the situation must have looked from her perspective.

Blaise pulled away, a sly smile on his lips. "Looks like our time is up," he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "But that doesn't mean we have to stop there."

You couldn't help but grin as he took your hand and led you out of the closet, and back into the party. The air was thick with the smell of Butterbeer and the sound of laughter, but all you could think about was Blaise and the delicious anticipation of what might happen next.

As the party continued, you found yourself drawn to Blaise again and again, unable to resist his charm and charisma. The night stretched on, filled with laughter, music, and endless possibilities, and you knew that you would never forget this magical evening at Hogwarts.

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