It was a quiet corner in the snake pit that Blaise had committed himself to, choosing to complete his essay for his astronomy professor. One of the few who chose to continue the class after third year, the young wizard enjoyed learning about the skies, stars, and planets. Most people didn't know this, and in fact, most people didn't know anything about Blaise. That was how he liked it.

He was not such a fool to make friends with those around him, not even his own housemates. None of them were trustworthy and only looked out for themselves. He knew his house was full of purebloods like himself, who thought much like he did with one exception. Most considered joining the Dark Lord to be some kind of accomplishment, something to be proud of. Blaise did not.

The Slytherin youth saw no pride in kneeling before a halfblood, but he knew better than to speak this aloud. It did not stop him from looking upon his fellow housemates in scornful amusement when they discussed such matters openly with each other. He viewed them as no better than the muggleborn filth that was allowed to infiltrate their school. No respectable pureblood would bow to some halfblood lunatic and because most of his house planned on doing so he respected none of them. Not even Draco Malfoy, who practically ran the house these days.

No. Blaise did not have friends, and barely made room for acquaintances. He preferred to be left alone in his neutrality. He never fully showed his disdain for others, preferring not to get into confrontations. The youth preferred to work in the background to accomplish his own goals, always seeing, but never seen. So it was easy for him to claim his usual corner in the Slytherin common room and go about his business with no interruptions. Unfortunately for him, someone bumped into him as he put the finishing touches on his essay, causing him to completely botch the last sentence. "I will have to rewrite this entire essay now." He ground out with impatience, looking up at the cause of such a mishap.

She’d barely been in the castle two days and already Sibes was feeling overwhelmed by the sheer amounts of people. She was having trouble keeping herself from bumping into people everywhere she went, and each time she touched someone new, she had a mini panic attack. Her heart fluttered in rage at the thought, and she couldn’t help but whimper a bit. She felt like a tiger in a cage, and she was not happy.

That idea had her skin crawling, and the Russian dug her nails into the palms of her hands, biting through the skin in an instant and filling the air with the scent of her blood. Most people wouldn’t notice it, but she had some animal instincts even in her human form. Her sense of smell was naturally stronger, and blood was easy for her to notice. She inhaled, feeling some calm course through her body.

The girl lifted her left hand to her mouth and licked her palm, the familiar taste of copper filling her with a soothing sense of ease. She was okay. She just needed to focus. No one was going to hurt her, and if they tried, she could fight them. In the past year, she’d perfected her ability to transform, and a tiger was nearly invincible. If a wizard wanted to mess with her, she had a secret weapon to protect herself.

While lost in her thoughts, the petite Russian neglected to pay attention to those closest to her. She was jostled back to reality as someone knocked into her and she felt her hip hit into a seated student. His anger was apparent as he snapped at her, and she felt the growl ripping through her throat. “Maybe you shouldn’t pick a crowded room to do your work in!” Sibes snapped, her accent thick as she added a swear in Russian. Let the boy try to figure out what she called him. She wouldn’t say.

Her emerald eyes flashed as yet another person grazed against her back, making her pale skin crawl. There had to be some way to get away from all these people! Oh, she felt so uncomfortable right now. Sibes just wanted to be anywhere but in this terrible school with these terrible people.

If the thick, obviously Russian accent hadn't tipped him off that she was new the very appearance of her would have. Blaise found himself looking directly into green eyes that were so much like Potter's it was disconcerting, to say the least. The ever observant person that he was, Blaise could easily tell the girl was uncomfortable, whether because of all the people crowding the common room or for some other reason he had no way of knowing.

It was hard to recognize the words she was saying, and her accent was so thick it was hard to determine at first whether she had been angry or not. In the end it was the look in her eyes that told him she had been. Blaise was not one to apologize. He gave her a mock smile as he looked at her with brown eyes full of contempt. "In case you failed to notice, that is what the common room is for."

Lillian was not one interested in staying inside the castle,specially when it was cold.Being grown up in Denmark,she could feel no cold.She was used to this kind of weather,and she could not be as much as affected by it.She actually enjoyed the feeling the cold gave her.The goosebumps,the smokey breath,and a feeling of power that only she seemed to gain.So after having a nice walk outside,Lillian decided that it was finally time to return to the snake pit,and finish her essay on reading tea leaves.

Walking back inside,Lills thought about her years in Hogwarts so far.Had she achieved anything?Of course she had..Making enemies all around,and getting good grades..and her latest achievement,of course.Making Skyler Riddle her enemy.The girl hasn't been here for even a month,and Lillian has already made her,her enemy."Seems like it's my best aptitude.."
Lillian laughed and shook her head,her blonde waves flowing down her back as her blue eyes shone with an evil glint.She sometimes enjoyed how she would get on everyone's nerves,and didn't care about it.It happened,she got on with it.After all,she deserved no attention from her.The fact that they were in the same House just made things worse.

Arriving at the Dungeons,Lills muttered the password to the portrait and walked in,just in time to see that everyone in the Common Room had stopped to stare at the two people that happened to have a small fight of silence,until the guy who she recognised as Blaise,spoke up.
I can't believe I always miss the fun...,she thought and smirked before walking over to the two people."Oh come on,Zabini.It's just an essay.Just grab your quill and parchment and go write it,in the Library maybe?I am sure a Gryffindor might come and help you even.."Her Danish accent was heavy,making it obvious that she came from another country.
She smirked,keeping in the snort before turning to the girl."I am Lillian Vinter.Is he giving you a hard time?"The Slytherin gave the girl her usual smirk,not bothering to offer her hand.

In an animal-like manner, Sibes snapped her jaws at the dark-skinned male when he made his smart comment. She was not stupid. She just felt that it was foolish that so many used the common area to do homework. She bared her teeth, growling at the boy while she willed herself not to visibly twitch as yet another person bumped into her.

”Is everyone here so rude and foolish?” she asked with a hiss. Her eyes were narrowed and her teeth remained just as visible. Her eye teeth seemed longer and sharper as she stood there, fighting the urge to pounce on the boy and dig her claws into his throat for speaking so rudely to her.

It seemed she got her answer, though, as a blonde girl sauntered up to the two of them and opened her mouth. Sibes growled more ferociously at this new arrival, feeling frustrated with her petite stature as she found herself looking up at the female. ”I do not require any help from the likes of you,” she growled. There it was, the breaking of her skin. She smelled the blood on the air and felt it ooze slightly over her nails. The coppery scent had her eager for a fight, and Sibes willed one of these ‘snakes’ to take a jab.

The girl was looking and sounding very animalistic and he wasn't sure how to react or deal with it. She seemed hostile to the dark skinned wizard and while most girls tended to be Blaise thought she took it to the extreme. After all, she had been the one to bump into him and ruin his essay. "It's not considered rude to tell the truth around here, and if I were you I would get used to it. Just a bit of advice."

He turned back around intent on ignoring the newcomer, nothing about her holding his attention when another girl graced them with her presence. Blaise gritted his teeth as the familiar Danish accent reached his ears. "Vinter, maybe you should mind your own business before someone takes it upon themselves to do it for you. Fortunately for you I can't be bothered with someone like you." He told the blonde scornfully with a baleful look.

Lilliana was one of the more annoying girls of Slytherin house, second only to Pansy Parkinson, and that was saying something. She thought she was something special, thought she was beautiful and so smart. Blaise would have snorted if his irritation was not so much. She was far from either and like Pansy, her attitude left much to be desired. He smirked inwardly when the dark haired girl made her own opinion known, and rather than gathering his things to leave and finish his work, Blaise made himself comfortable in seat, leaning back in the chair and watching the tension grow. If Vinter was going to get her face clawed off he wanted front row seats.

Lillian wasn't known to be the best Slytherin,since she was completely different from them.But she didn't want to get into fights about it.She tried,multiple times,to make some friends,but it didn't turn out well.It got on her nerves how other people managed to make some and she was all alone.Maybe she didn't need friends.After all,trusting someone could be a bad things.Especially if this someone is a snake.

The girls reaction towards her was expected.Shaking her head,Lillian didn't even bother glancing at the guy,or replying to what he said.Zabini wasn't one to be paid attention.At least not from her.
"And here I thought that people nowadays were more friendly.."
Rolling her eyes at her self,Lills took a step back as the other girl started to get even more angry.She didn't come here to fight,and she certainly wouldn't make things worse.
"Since I am not wanted here,I'll just leave you two lovebirds alone...Try to kill each other while I'm gone.."

Shaking her head in disgust,Lillian stormed out of the Common Room,heading outside once again.She had just returned form a walk to calm her nerves,and now here she was,going out again.Maybe being outside was the only way for her to survive.

The pale female let out a growl at the mention of being friendly. She rolled her eyes at the boy, thinking he’d probably appreciate the absurdity of the other girl’s words. Why would she assume Sibes to be friendly? She was a hot tempered little tiger who was out for the kill. She actually swiped at the air where the blonde had been after the girl had taken her leave, claws grazing the ends of the silly girl’s hair.

”Too bad I didn’t catch a knot. It would have been nice to scalp the foolish suka,” she purred, calling the girl a bitch in her native tongue. The distraction had kept her from getting too angry at the male, though, and now she found that she could give him a good once over. He was rather attractive, really. She kind of liked how his dark skin contrasted her light complexion.

A purr vibrated in her throat as she slunk over to the armrest of his seat, placing herself delicately on it and leaning over the boy’s shoulders, her claws resting on his arms in a way that threatened to ruin his shirt if he made any sudden movements. ”It’s really too bad you are so busy with your work, tall dark and brooding,” she murmured, choosing a name she found appropriate for the boy. ”I still haven’t found my way around this castle yet…”

It was a shame nothing more explosive happened between the two female snakes, but there was always tomorrow. It was still disappointing and Blaise was nothing more than scornfully amused by the situation. He wasn't one for confrontations but it amused him to see others who considered themselves above everyone else to lack the control to not bring themselves down to someone else's level. In his eyes, many of those that he was surrounded by were classless and didn't deserve any kind of respect and he looked down at them all. There were no exceptions.

Unfortunately Blaise could not keep his body from tensing at the closeness of the witch or the physical contact. He was not used to being touched in such ways and by people he didn't even know and he was uncomfortable with it. He was able to remain seated however and not end up with a torn shirt or scratches up and down his arms from her extremely non-human like claws. Tense and uncomfortable as he was Blaise looked calm and cool on the outside like a well trained young pureblood wizard should and didn't give any indication of being worried or fearful.

One finely sculpted dark eyebrow rose on his face and he stated simply with an undertone of sarcasm. "Nice claws." It wasn't a compliment because Blaise could not see anything nice or appealing about the claws threatening to rip his shirt to shreds. "You can blame yourself for me not being finished with my work." He went on to say and it wasn't accusatory but a statement of truth. "Now if you don't mind, I do have an entire essay to rewrite now. Maybe some other time I can indulge you." Blaise's tone suggested that this was unlikely however.

The boy made Sibes angry, which made her tighten her grip on his arms. She was pretty sure she’d be ruining his shirt soon, if she hadn’t already managed to tear it. She didn’t care, though, as his was incredibly frustrating and rude. Writing her off like some foolish little child! Sure, she might be petite, but Sibes was a grown girl and very deserving of this boy’s full attention. After all, she didn’t decide to grant just anyone her time. He should consider himself lucky to even have heard her voice!

”You can thank the cows you call housemates for your unfinished work, you fool,” she growled, tightening her grip even more. She might manage to draw blood if the boy wasn’t careful. Once again, however, the girl didn’t care. She was much more focused on making him aware of his own idiocy.

The fact that this pompous boy wanted to blame her for someone else’s clumsiness was ridiculous! She still thought he should have chosen a better place to do his work in the first place, but who was she to tell such an intelligent man what to do? ”Did no one ever tell you not to tease a tiger?” Her voice was a mix of purr and growl, emerald eyes shining with danger. If she could, Sibes would eat the boy up for being so full of himself. For now, she would be pleased with the feeling of her claws eventually finding their way into his flesh.

The girl's gripped tightened on his arms, her elongated claws breaking through the material of his shirt and he could feel them pricking his skin. Blaise willed his body not to tense any further and to remain in it's calm state like there was no threat to it when there so obviously was. It was ironic to him that he had been doing his work in this same spot for the past six years and had never had an essay ruined no matter how many of Slytherin house was packed into the room and this girl who had managed to do so was putting the entire blame on everyone else.

He ignored her reference to his housemates because he didn't care what she called them. "Pros'ba isklyuchit' vashi kogti ot moyego litsa." He responded in her native tongue asking her to kindly remove her claws from his being in a calm manner. Blaise had manner tricks up sleeve and being fluent in four languages was one of them. He had to do something during the summer holidays. The dark skinned boy smirked slightly as he knew he would probably have surprised her. He didn't respond to the tiger remark because he didn't care to.

In shock from the boy speaking her native Russian, Sibes actually let go of his arms and leaned away from him, staring into his eyes. ”Full of surprises, aren’t you, Broody?” she asked with a slender brow arched. The boy was…  unexpected. Most everything about him confused the Russian and made her wonder what other secrets he might be hiding, what more she could learn about him just by being in his presence. She’d made it a habit to observe people and learn as much about them as she could, and she thought he might be a worthy target for such study.

Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to think the same of her. Sibes found herself growling at the distracted look upon the boy’s face. Was his essay really that important? ”You know, you’ve only botched the last inch. You could use a simple spell to clear that bit of ink and rewrite your final paragraph instead of doing the entire thing over. It isn’t really the end of the world. Or… do you not know how to do that?” The look she shot him was one full of mocking and challenge. Would he take the bait? Or would he dismiss her so easily and risk his reputation, and perhaps more importantly, his ego?

"That could be said." He replied simply, not giving anymore than what was necessary. It was the truth at the least because Blaise usually stuck to himself, a loner of sorts, so most things about him could be considered surprises to everyone else. He let his gaze wander from her emerald one to the damage her claws had done to his robes, his own dark eyebrow arching back. "It could also be said that you owe me a new set of robes." He added with the tiniest sense of humor and a small smirk playing on his lips.

She was baiting him and he knew it and he focused the full intensity of his dark eyes on her. "It isn't a question of whether I know how to do it or not, but one of whether I want to or not." He left it at that thinking it would be fun to see her stew in the little information he gave to her and he leaned forward to pack his things away. There really was no use in attempting the essay again and like it or not he was slightly intrigued by the new girl. "My given name is Blaise. If you have to refer to me I would prefer that." He told her bluntly now focusing back on her small frame. "And you are...?" He didn't normally associate with others if he could help it and when he did he didn't like it but she was intriguing this littl Russian girl with claws and he was sure she probably wasn't worth his time like the others so he set about proving himself right.

The Russian couldn’t quite figure out why the boy would even consider the idea of not mending his essay and finishing it rather than completely redoing the whole thing. Why would someone waste such time when it would look the same and get the same marks? It seemed altogether foolish and something someone much too proud would do. She snarled at his demand of her to call him by his name rather than her fun little nicknames. That would so not be happening. He could make demands until his skin turned as pale as hers, but she’d still call him whatever she damn well pleased.

”Sibes,” she growled. That was all he would know, unless he paid attention in class at least. Sure, the professors would call her by her surname, but she would never introduce herself with it tacked on. Hell, once November rolled around she might even legally change her name so that she could erase her father from her life altogether. She wasn’t going to tell anyone to actually call her by that bastard’s name. She was getting distracted, though, and so she brought her emerald eyes back to the boy who she now knew as Blaise.

Sibes peered at her claws as she tried to seem aloof. ”A lot of things could be said. It’s simply a question of whether you will act on any of those things. Sayings aren’t demands, after all,” she purred. The girl was still uncomfortable about her surroundings, but she was at least having a bit of fun speaking to this mysterious boy. ”So, Broody, gonna give any demands?”

It seemed he was destined to be called whatever she felt like calling him and if he were anyone else he might have been resigned to the nickname. However, he was Blasie Zabini and he was sure from the little interaction he had with her that if someone decided to call her something other than her name she would claw their eyes out. He ignored anything and everything she said and got up and turned in one fluid motion leaning toward her and placing one hand on either side of her bringing his face close to hers. "You will call me Blaise or Zabini, I don't care which one but it will be one of those or you will not address me at all. Understood?" There was something dangerous in his voice and brown eyes and it was clear he meant every word of what he said and would not budge on this whether she swiped at him with her claws or not. They did little than make him uncomfortable and Blaise certainly did not fear her.

Emerald eyes lit up with desire as the boy put pressure on her arms, leaning his face in closer to hers so that she could see his anger in his eyes. ”Mmm,” she purred, licking her lips and leaning forward toward his body. ”So you can make demands. I like it.” She wanted to touch him, but was happy to have him holding her so strongly in his grasp. She liked it when a man could show a bit of power.

Sibes never really liked to admit submission to anyone, but she loved when people tried to make her do so. She loved when someone tried to dominate her, especially when they were powerful. This man seemed to have a lot of potential power dancing beneath his skin, and Sibes let out a predatory growl. ”Zabini… is that Italian? Do you know that tongue as well?” She had an evil thought about his tongue, and smirked at the man before her. This was turning into a rather interesting conversation after all.

A slow smirk presented itself over his lips as he recognized the look in her green eyes. "I can do much more than make demands." He spoke lowly, leaning forward even more so that he may speak directly into her ear. "And just so you know, it wouldn't matter if you didn't like it. At least, not to me it wouldn't." Blaise pulled back a little, but was still relatively close to her and kept his grip on her.

"Yes. And yes." He answered simply and to the point. He never wasted words when he didn't need to and this was one of those cases. His work was now nearly completely forgotten as he continued this dance of sorts with the Russian girl. "My tongue knows several languages, not all of which have to do with words." Blaise licked his own lips in response to her growl, and to drive home his innuendo. After a moment, the dark skinned wizard pulled away from her completely, his smirk now positively superior. "Now would be a good time to tell me about yourself." It wasn't exactly a question, but a light demand.

His innuendo had Sibes licking her own lips hungrily. He was so near to her, his breath hot on her cheek, his words causing her heart to thump loudly in her chest. He felt strong, so close to her. The desire to run her claws up and down his chest was overwhelming, yet she held herself back from doing so. The Russian employed all her self-control to keep from overstepping the bounds this man had so far set.

”Me? Well, you know I come from Russia- Siberia to be more precise. I was an unwanted daughter in a pureblooded family full of hate. I learned about the cruelties of the world from a young age, became a star pupil at Durmstrang, and was dragged out of the school to come here because my father is a pizda.” She swore in Russian, using a term that most students would probably blanch at were it in English.

She tilted her head slightly, long black hair brushing the dark boy’s skin as she did so. ”And I’m quite interested in those other talents your tongue might possess.” Her purr was deep within her throat as her hands finally wandered up his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt. The smirk growing on her face told of her dark desires, and she slowly rubbed a nail against the thread holding the topmost button in place, working to cut the thin thread and expose his flesh to her hungry gaze.

For the first time in their meeting Blaise looked at her with obvious interest. It was rather ironic that it had more to do with her suffering than her causing suffering considering the dark and dangerous vibes she gave off. In all honesty those had no effect on Blaise. Not to instill fear, nor to intrigue him. They served as little more than a warning to exercise caution and in that case he would not if she did not. Blaise was not one for double standards.

"So you not only survived at Durmstrang, but excelled as well. You must be proud." He remarked, his tone neither here nor there. He might have chosen to make this remark mocking with a smile or something but decided against it. There was a time when he might have preferred Durmstrang to Hogwarts, but now there was nothing that came close to his soon to be alma mater. It was a loyalty thing he supposed and he could not pass judgement on another for the same pride in school.

His smirk grew larger on his dark face and one eyebrow curved up in response to her trailing claws. He gave no indication to what he thought or felt on the outside. There was no ridiculous sound that with hurt his dignity and pride, nor was there any shudder or shiver through his body. There was merely a mocking smile and a dark look in his eyes as he wrapped his fingers around her small wrists slowly. He pulled them away from his body altogether and pinned them to her chest, leaning down once again only this time to whisper half an inch from her lips. "Did no one teach you that it is polite to keep your hands to yourself? Not much of a lady are you?"

His words made her purr while his hands made her growl, and Sibes found herself incredibly aware of her body and its proximity to his. With a nearly imperceptible motion, she leaned slightly forward so that their lips were centimeters apart and slipped her tongue out, licking his lips as her emerald eyes fluttered closed. He was correct in saying she wasn’t much of a lady. No, she didn’t believe in the rules of conduct between two sexually aware people. It was natural to act on one’s desires. It was completely unnatural to ignore such desires for propriety’s sake. Sibes did not much care for ‘propriety’.

She growled as she opened her eyes only slightly, peering up at the man as she stood on her tip toes to reach his face better. ”I’ve been taught about politeness, but I choose to ignore such lessons. What is polite and what is natural instinct are not the same, and I am very instinctual.” As if to emphasize her point, Sibes pushed her hips against the man before her, grinding her body into his in a clear example of what she wished to do.

”Now, tell me… Are you a gentleman, or do you believe in your carnal desires?” Her eyes flashed with want and she licked her blood-colored lips. Sibes wondered if the Italian would take her bait. If he didn’t, she would definitely have to seek out a less… proper companion. She was much too excited to settle down any time soon.

A deep, low warning growl sounded in the back of his throat when her tongue touched his lips and she ground her hips into his lower body. She knew what she were doing and did it on purpose and certain parts of Blaise's anatomy were all too willing to rise to the occasion. Like most things concerning Blaise the fact that he was sexually active was not well known, and for good reason. The dark skinned wizard liked his privacy. He smirked at her in a way that said she had no idea what she was getting herself into and there was a wicked look in his brown eyes when he dropped her hands in favor of placing his on her ass and crushing her body against his and at the same time his lips conquered hers.

Blaise was experienced with women and was naturally a dominant person and sexually there was nothing he enjoyed more than taking what he wanted. He viewed women much the same way his mother viewed wizards. Expendable yet enjoyable creatures. Perhaps it was a side effect of having the black widow of a mother he did. Having his way came second nature and Blaise was not the type to settle for less than what he wanted. He ended his conquering kiss only when he was sure she would be breathless but he kept a firm grip on her backside, keeping her key crushed to his where she would no doubt feel his obvious arousal and brought his lips next to her ear. "I like to think I am somewhere in between." He spoke lowly. "Now I could take you right here, right now, but I think you would enjoy that too much, and I am not one to share my moments of intimacy. So we will do this properly. You will go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend." It was not a question. It was a demand. A polite one, but it was one nonetheless.

His kiss was strong and dominating, just as Sibes craved. The hungry way his hands pawed at her ass made her growl deep in her throat as she fought her tongue against his in a war for control, knowing he would give it his all and enjoying it immensely. She moaned as she felt his arousal against her, closing her hands over his chest in a way that would probably leave snags on his shirt. The Russian did not care about this, however, as he broke the kiss and she was left panting, grinding her body against his as his low words fueled the fire coursing through her body.

She could feel her core pulsing with need as he spoke about taking her here and now. Oh, how she wanted him to! She was not ashamed of sex, nor was she modest about her body. Sibes was a proud beast, and didn’t care who saw her in her natural state. When he said he wouldn’t take care of her needs now, she let out a snarl, her lip rising to show off lengthened canines, the tiger as hungry for attention as her body.

”And what would you have me do until then? Take care of myself?” she asked in a devilish whisper, pulling slightly away and running her right hand down her body, trailing over her chest, down ever lower toward her snug-fitting slacks. ”While I can assure you I am quite capable of satisfying myself, it is not nearly as… entertaining to be alone… Wouldn’t you agree?” Her left hand found her chest as her right trailed between her legs, giving anyone who bothered to look a rather provocative show, but it was all for the Italian, as her emerald eyes stared into his brown ones and her tongue darted out to lick her lips seductively. ’Come and get it, Broody,’ she thought with a growl.

A deep and low chuckle escaped his throat at her expense. Blaise found her anger and frustration amusing and nothing else. She was a piece of work this Russian girl and a long way away from how they were made around there. The dark skinned wizard found the petite and dark girl refreshing and arousing. Those were two things Blaise could appreciate in another.

His gaze slowly followed her trailing hands but he showed no shock or surprise at her actions. He was not concerned with anyone taking notice of what was going between them mostly because Blaise considered himself so far above those in his house he didn't make it an occurrence to care what any of them thought or said. Should any of them ever actually have a thought for themselves. There was also the added fact that the room was so packed no one would pay attention to his usual dark secluded corner.

"I am sure you are more than capable of taking care of yourself in this state." His words again were low and as he spoke he let one hand trace the trail her own had taken slowly barely pausing when his fingers reached the top of her pants before he slid his hand inside them. "But if you want me to do it for you, which I guarantee you will enjoy immensely," he slid his hand between her legs at this point and stroked her hot core softly and intentionally, "then you will do as I say Tiger."

Sibes couldn’t hold back her moan as Blaise touched her aroused body, following the route her hands had taken and causing her nipples to pebble for the world to see should they choose to look. She wished she could simply remove her clothes now and throw herself at the boy, but she knew that would most likely enrage him, and she didn’t want that. No, the Russian desperately wanted his attention, which meant she needed to play by his rules.

She groaned as his hand brushed against her, slipping into her pants with no hesitation, which made her even more aroused. He was the type of guy who took what he wanted, and Sibes was more than happy to be just that. ”I might be able to handle that,” she growled, pressing her core against his hand and holding onto his shoulders as her knees shook. She was sure her nails were biting into his shoulders, but she really didn’t care. He was bringing her to new heights and she desperately wanted him to take things further.

”And what would you have me do, Mr. Zabini?” she purred in his ear, clamping down on the lobe with her teeth as she rode his hand, the rest of the crowded room utterly forgotten.

She was very responsive to his touch, but Blaise was sure this had more to do with that she was a highly sexual being rather than it having to do with him being the one touching her. It did not matter much though because the dark skinned wizard was sure they could both gain something out of this. She seemed like the type who knew what to do in this type of situation, if her moans and groans were anything to go by. Blaise smirked as she gripped his shoulders and rode his hand pushing him further to the point where he would have to have her.

He growled lowly when her teeth clamped down on his earlobe sending shocks through his nervous system that seemed to end straight in his lower body parts. In retaliation he inserted a finger into her hot core and crooked it inside her knowing this would drive her crazy while his other hand pulled on her hair roughly. "You will cease rutting against me and you will wait until we are alone."