The Untouchables

Chapter 23: The Letter

I really should have given Blaise and Rashida their own story smh lol

Just letting you know, this is about to get very heavy with their drama, seeing as they have it the most.

I'll still have plenty of Romione, Drinny, and Hansy going on. But right now, Blaise and Rashida are kinda dominating this. Hope this doesn't upset anybody.

On with the fic :)

By the last week of January, snow had came and buried Hogwarts. So much snow that Herbology, Care Of Magical Creatures, and the Slytherin/Ravenclaw quidditch game had been canceled. Magic wasn't enough to clear out the amount of snow that had fell and was continuing to fall, and students were starting to catch cabin fever from being inside the school so much.

The only thing that was worth participating in was gossip and thanks to Rashida and Blaise, gossip was in heavy supply.

When word got out that the two were an item, reviews were very much given, and it seemed like none of it was good. Jealous witches thought that Rashida had used some sort of African voodoo on poor Blaise and he couldn't help himself. The ones who knew better of Blaise's antics felt sorry for the girl, thinking her to be merely another conquest that eventually would get her heart broken by the prick.

Blaise was starting to like the idea of having an actual relationship. He liked that he could call Rashida his only, liked the moments in public they had together that seemed to make other wizards that fancied her green with envy.

But most of all, the parts that he enjoyed the most, and what also scared him the most, was the times they spent alone in his dorm.

Since both Blaise and Draco were dating, and they were starting to want their privacy, the boys had sectioned off their huge dorm that they shared and put up a wall. They weren't doing anything as far as sex was concerned, but they still liked their private times with their girlfriends.

Blaise had never just been in a bed with a girl and not had sex. He had romanced many a witch in his bed, but never had he laid up and done homework with one, simply talked with one, nor had he cuddled up with one. And cuddling seemed to be the best as well as the worst.

To him, everything about Rashida was simply intoxicating. The way the oils in her hair smelled, the way her brown eyes seemed to light up when she talked about something she was interested in, the way her lips were so inviting and exotic, especially with her piercing, her smooth and soft skin, her hips, everything about her was like a drug to him. He simply couldn't get enough of her.

And all of that was driving him mental.

"This is bullshit!" said Blaise, frustrated as he sat in front of Draco and Harry in his room. "Why can't I just fuck her and get it over with?!"

Harry snickered. "Maybe the rumors are true and she really does have some kind of voodoo magic on you."

"Sod off, Potter."

"Or maybe, just maybe, you actually have feelings for her." suggested Draco.

"Don't be a prat, of course I don't! I'm not supposed to, aren't I? Falling for this bint was not part of the plan."

"Plans change." said Harry, playing with his practice snitch.

"Not with me, they don't." said Blaise, glaring at his friend.

"And why can't they?" asked Draco. "I mean really. What's wrong with actually being with her? She's hot as hell, she's a good person, she's feisty, you act like a happy git when she's around. What would be wrong with actually having a real and meaningful relationship with her?"