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This story is No. 2 in the series "Scriptificus Totalus". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The continuing series posted on livejournal written by 5 authors crossing Buffy and Harry Potter and chronicling the rebuilding of the Watcher's Council in that universe.

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Harry Potter > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307201,1531 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

I Can Forget My Very Existence in a Deep Kiss...

of You

May 5, 2005 11:45 AM


Blaise thought that since Draco considered him antisocial, then maybe other people did too. Of course, the last time he'd seen her, Draco had insisted on crashing his date with Lovegood, so maybe she wasn't in the mood to be seen. Especially since the time before that was when they'd had sex.

Prepared to duck a hexing, Blaise entered Hannah's office silently without knocking.

She had been quite tired. Hannah had thrown herself into work and baking. The slayers were benefiting from this because she in no way could eat all she was making. When she had finished her paperwork for the morning, she decided to lie down for a bit. She was feeling tired lately. Hannah kicked off her shoes, set the egg timer she kept in her office and lied down on the little decorative sofa in there. A true testament to her exhaustion was that she actually managed to doze off.

At first, he thought she wasn't in her office, but saw her foot on the edge of the couch. When he gently walked around it, she was asleep. With a grin, Blaise started to look around the office a bit more. He looked at pictures, books she had set up, and then eventually sat at her desk. The chair was quite comfortable.

He got bored quickly, something that had gotten him in quite a bit of trouble when he was younger, but now it was just irritating. Blaise lounged back and set his feet on her desk with a loud 'thunk'.

Hannah shouted and fell to the floor. They'd be proud though. When she landed, her wand was pointed and she was ready.

"Blaise?"

"Do you have other men sneak into your office and sit in your chair?" he asked with a grin. "And here I felt special."

"No one else sits in it," she replied with as much dignity as possible.

She did not know what to say. She had thought he was finished. She had not see him since he was out with Luna Lovegood.

"Did you need something?"

Blaise rolled his eyes. "You asked that I come see you at your work place. Guess what? I'm here."

"But I thought..." Hannah just shook her head. "Did you want some tea?"

Hannah busied herself with the tea. She was suddenly nervous. She knew what she'd like to do, but he'd told her that he did not do those sorts of things in work places.

He looked at her through narrowed eyes. "Yes thank you. You thought what? Has Draco been spreading rumors about me or something?"

Hannah took a deep breath. "I thought you said you weren't finished with me to placate me. So I wouldn't make a scene. The last time I saw you, you were with another woman. I thought you were avoiding me."

"I was having dinner with a former classmate who I'm going to hire to help me with my library. How many times do I have to say that? Although we didn't get quite too far into the conversation before you crashed it. Bloody good timing, that."

"I was tricked," Hannah said, handing him a cup of tea. "I find it odd that Draco wants me for you so badly. I have to wonder what his interest in it is."

Blaise snorted. "I gave up on wondering about Draco's interests a long time ago. If you don't want to go insane, you should do the same."

"Well, I made myself too busy to think on it."

She came around her desk and sat on it, looking down at him. She didn't mean to, but she was certain her eyes softened when she looked at him. She just wished she could remember what it was like, what they had done. It bugged her greatly that all she had of him were a few kisses that ended before their time and a bunch of fragmented memories.

"What have you been doing?" she asked.

He finished the tea, he was rather thirsty, and set it on the table. "Still redecorating. I gave the house elves run of the kitchen, and it should be done in a few days. I'm trying to finish the two main parlors, and those are a bitch. Mostly, I've been stuck inside the Manor. What about you? Throwing yourself into work and not playing enough?"

Blaise looked her over. She did look rather tired and ragged.

"Well, I was trying not to think about certain things. Working heavily helps with that. I did make treats for the Council's stalker. He's very annoying for a killer, and makes ridiculous yummy noises. He definitely does not eat properly."

"There's a stalker?" Blaise kept quiet about how he thought this was probably the most stupid place to stalk unless you wanted to be beaten to a pulp. "And you actually went to give him treats? Are you fucked in the head or something?"

Hannah kicked him in the thigh with her bare foot. Not hard, but just in annoyance.

"He used to work for the previous council."

"Ow," he said with a laugh. "No need to abuse me over it. You're the freak going to see the stalker and bake him treats. Did you offer You-Know-Who a biscuit before he attacked Hogwarts?"

Hannah slapped at him playfully, but over-extended. She squealed as she toppled off of the desk. Next thing she knew she was sitting in Blaise's lap. Hannah blinked at him.

Blaise quickly put an arm around her waist and chuckled. "Are you drunk as well?"

"I lost my balance and you well know it. I don't drink often. That was a unique evening."

Then she blushed because she started thinking about it. Maybe if she kissed him she'd remember. Hannah leaned forward and kissed his lips softly.

Blaise cupped her face with one of his hands, and the other on her waist slowly moved up her side. He really hoped there was a lock on her door, because his wand was in his back pocket and he couldn't reach it.

His legs were going to go numb soon, so he broke the kiss and dropped his feet, making sure he had a grip on her waist. She squealed when he picked her up and put her on the edge of her desk. Blaise didn't give her any more time to react before he was in the V of her legs and resumed kissing her.

She had thought he did not do this sort of thing in the office. Not that she would remind him of that. Besides, they were just kissing. They still had all their clothes on even. Hannah belatedly realized she should have placed unbreakable charms on the things on her desk when she decided to be interested in Blaise Zabini. He seemed like the sort to rake an arm across a desk to clear it for sex.

Blaise was about to climb on the desk next when something thumped against her office door and a knock came. He pulled away quickly. "Shit." Glaring at the door didn't seem to will the person away either. "This is why I don't come to the office for quickies. Too likely to be interrupted."

Hannah did not have time to move before the door opened.

"Oh. Oh."

The slayer turned red and pulled the door closed. Hannah used her wand to lock it.

Blaise started to snicker. "And I do believe your reputation just got a bit tarnished."

"Oh please. I'll be the queen now. It seems your reputation has gotten loose. Though don't be surprised if Mr. Giles decides to have a word with us on where to be affectionate. Would you like to take a walk? Floo to my place? Yours?"

He snorted. "Please. I've already been magically threatened by the bloke. I wouldn't be surprised if he came after me and tried to hack me to bits. He's not very stable."

He sighed as he stepped away. "Well, my place isn't much, except for the kitchen and my room. Everything else still looks the same."

"Well, we could take a turn on the grounds. Lots of grounds here. Lots of secluded areas. Or we could go say hi to Stitches."

Blaise glared at her. "Or we can go skinny dipping in a bath filled with bubotuber pus."

"Walk on the grounds it is then," Hannah said as she slipped on her shoes. "I don't know why you don't like my kneazle. He adores you. He was very sad when you moved out. You left a sock behind and he chewed on it for days, the poor thing."

"He hates me! He probably imagined my sock was my face, and do you know how much those damn things cost? I hate not having matching socks." Blaise huffed. "Animals as a whole suck."

"Stop being ridiculous," Hannah said. "I'll buy you new socks."

She grabbed his hand to pull him outside. Hannah tucked her arm in his and prepared to escort him through the council.

"That's not the point," he said as they walked through the halls. "Your beast chewed up something of mine. Can't it be punished or something?"

"I am not hurting Stitches. He didn't know it was wrong. He didn't do it to be mean. He just likes how you smell, and wanted to eat you all up. I know the feeling."

Blaise stopped and made a face at her. "That would have been sexy if we weren't talking about your cat chewing my socks."

"Oh stop being so fussy before I kiss the sass right out of you," Hannah snapped.

He let out a loud laugh that got them some attention from some nearby slayers. "Oh, really? I can be as fussy as I want. You won't do a thing."

Hannah raised an eyebrow as she stepped dangerously into his personal space. "I won't? I think you underestimate your appeal. I would very much kiss you. Repeatedly. With people watching."

Blaise leaned down until their lips were almost touching. "What makes you think I wouldn't stop you?"

With that, he closed the distance between them and tilted her head up to kiss her. Blaise flipped off the girls catcalling them from the end of the hallway.

Hannah felt excitement in the pit of her belly. Almost like she was doing something that bordered on bad. Like sneaking out for Dumbledore's Army. That was the last time she had felt this rush of excitement.

This had much more pleasant results though.

Hannah grabbed his arm and pulled him outside, hurrying past curious looks from those working the greenhouses. She continued until they were well into the apple orchard on the edge of the property. It was perfect. No one came out here, and there was lots of cover from the trees.

Blaise thought it was cute that she wanted to sneak around like they were back in Hogwarts. She pulled him against her and leaned against a tree. He followed and continued their snogging session. He would have rather continued this in a private room with many locking charms instead of out in the open, but this would do.

Hannah leaned back and smiled at him. There was a nice breeze and she could smell the garden. She loved outdoor smells. They were so fresh. The apple trees were barely starting to bloom and it was very pretty as well. She knew Blaise was more indoorsy, and she appreciated that he wanted to come out with her. Hannah kissed him again.

"I thought you were trying to keep busy, and here I am pulling you from your work," Blaise said with a grin, nipping at her cheek then her neck. Her breathy gasps were driving him wild.

"I was trying to keep busy to keep from thinking about why you had not come to see me and were going out on dates with other girls."

Hannah used her wand to summon one of the blanket kept near the greenhouses. They were mostly used for outdoor picnics. Buffy and Willow were quite fond of having lunch on the lawn now that the weather was warmer.

She caught the blanket easily and spread it on the ground so Blaise would not get dirty. She knew how much he hated being dirty. She didn't expect anything. She just wanted to be here with him. Like when they had gone riding. That had been a very good day for her.

Blaise wanted to not lie down on a blanket that he had no idea where it had come from, but shed his jacket anyway. "I had dinner with one other person. It didn't have the chance to even become a date if it was even going to. Can't you just forget about it?"

"Yes," she replied.

Hannah sat on the blanket and tucked her skirt around her in a ladylike manner before smiling up at him. She could tell he was adverse to the blanket. She wondered what would triumph. The need to explore further or to stay pristine clean. She batted her eyelashes at him.

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Don't even bother with that. If I can say no to all my sisters and cousins at least once, I can say no to you."

Hannah cocked her head to the side and undid the buttons of her blouse until her camisole was peeking out. "Really?"

His eyebrow went up. "Do you really think you have the balls to strip down in front of me just to make me sit on a blanket?"

"You are really hell on my ego," Hannah snapped. "I'm so glad I am the amazing resistible woman here. Nice to know I no longer tempt you now that you've sampled the entire menu."

She took her blouse off for good measure and threw it quite hard at his face. Not undress for him, indeed. They were basically alone, and it was not as if he had not seen it anyhow. She was still wearing her bra and camisole. A lot of the slayers wore less.

"If I get on that blanket, I'm not stopping, and as much as I would love to relive the night neither of us can remember, I won't do it for an audience or where one can show up, and I'm certainly not going to do it outside."

"But I am not finished kissing you."

Hannah pulled the chopsticks from her hair and shook it out of its bun before getting to her feet.

"You've never had sex outside? You?"

Blaise snorted. "I've had plenty of sex outside, but not close to where little teenage girls could come upon me. I have no doubt that if I do manage to scar some little girl's life, my head will be on a silver platter."

Hannah chuckled. "You think I'd let anyone lay a hand on you? Because of something I wanted you to do?" She pulled him into a hug. "I like your head right where it is, thanks. Well if you won't have sex with me, can we go out to dinner sometime? Or maybe I could take a tour of your home? Specifically the bedroom?"

"Because that isn't subtle at all, but for the record, I say yes to all of the above."
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