Fandom: Harry Potter

Title: Nights in White Satin

Author: Morte206

Email: Morte206@aol.com

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Padma Patil

Disclaimers: My initials are CMF not JKR.  I think that pretty much says it all.

Summary: In which not a scrap of satin appears and night is spelled with a 'K'.

Archiving: Okay to the Realm, list archives and Girls Dormitory. http://www.realmoftheshadow.com/morte206.htm

Feedback: I'm into getting it, the good the bad and the ugly can all be sent direct to me at morte206@aol.com

Author's Notes:  Still no title for this series.  I have to remedy that soon as it's already at seven installments.  I'm wavering between Mexican Radio (except I'm Puerto Rican) and The Curse of Lite-FM.  Bonus points to anyone who can guess why I'd choose either one.

Enjoy

Nights in White Satin

"Good morning Pansy." Blaise took a seat next to Pansy, across from Draco, and began to help herself to eggs and toast. "You look remarkably unrested."

"No doubt owing to that remarkably well fucked look you’re sporting."

"Sorry ‘bout that," Blaise grinned, the tips of her ears turning crimson as she spoke.

"What’s this Zabini," Draco Malfoy drawled. "Finally had your way with…"

"Silencio," Blaise threw daggers at Draco with her eyes. "Don’t you dare," Blaise hissed. "Keep your filthy comments to yourself. If I ever hear you or anyone at this table," Blaise stood. Pointing to Malfoy, who was now soundlessly mouthing a stream of invective at her, Blaise continued, catching the eyes of her housemates in turn. "Anyone. Refer to Padma in less than respectful tones and Silencio will be the least of your problems." She made a show of drawing her wand from inside her robes. "Am I clear?" Heads nodded, except for Draco who was stubbornly refusing to meet Blaise’s gaze. She flicked her wand in the direction of his throat, "Finite Incantatum. Am I clear Malfoy?"

"Careful Zabini." She supposed he meant it to sound threatening but since he’d fairly squeaked it out it was rather ineffectual.

"Or what you’ll have Daddy take care of me," she sneered, "Have me expelled." She tucked her wand back into its pocket in her robe and leaned over the table so that she was face to face with Draco. "Oh wait he’s in Azkaban so I guess that won’t work. Don’t play power games if you can’t yield the power yourself Malfoy." She snapped her fingers in front of Draco’s pinched, pale face and whispered, "Silencio." Malfoy made to talk but once again no sound came from his mouth and Blaise chuckled. "Pansy I do apologize for last night. It shan’t happen again. You have my word."

Blaise gathered up her belongings snagged a last bit of sausage and a piece of toast and left. Pansy, Millicent, Vincent and Gregory watched as she made her way across the Great Hall, stopping at the Gryffindor table to wish Granger, Potter and Weasley a good morning. It wasn’t until she’d left the hall entirely that any of them spoke. It was the normally taciturn Goyle who finally broke the silence.

"Well," he cast a surreptitious look at Draco who was frantically pantomiming the restoration of his voice, "I’d say she’s mastered silencing charms."

"And without a wand. Did you notice that?" Millicent asked in a slightly awed tone.

Draco pounded his fist on the table.

"Oh calm down Draco," Pansy aimed her wand at the silently spluttering blonde’s throat, "Finite Incantatum."

Draco was still silent. Pansy tried again to no avail.

"Looks like you’re going to need to visit Madame Pomfrey. Crabbe, why don’t you and Goyle, go with him. I’ll tell Snape what happened."

"Don’t bother Miss Parkinson."

"Professor," Pansy whirled around to find Professor Snape standing behind her.

"Miss Parkinson is right Mr. Malfoy you’ll have to go to the hospital wing." Snape turned to leave and when Draco made no move to follow him he snapped, "Now Mr. Malfoy I haven’t got all day."

/ / / / / / / / /

"So I hear you sent Malfoy to the hospital wing." Blaise looked up from her book to see Hermione Granger standing in front of her. "Move over." Blaise made room for her on the bench and Hermione sat. "And without a wand at that."

"It was just Silencio," Blaise said her gaze returning to the book in her lap.

"Still without a wand…that’s pretty impressive. Even Harry can’t do much more than Accio without a wand. And then to be able to focus it so tightly on one person without the wand as a guide," Hermione patted Blaise’s thigh, "well that’s very impressive."

"I didn’t mean for it to be so strong though. I just got so mad and it was like I could feel all this power gathering, running up and down my skin and…" Blaise broke off shivering.

"And," Hermione prodded.

"I could have done much worse," Blaise said in a horrified whisper. "I could feel him Hermione. Feel his energy and if I’d wanted to I could have just reached out and plucked it."

"But you didn’t."

"But I could have."

"Could have, would have, should have the point is you didn’t. What’d he say anyway?"

"It wasn’t so much what he said as how he was starting to say it if you know what I mean."

"I suppose so."

Blaise sighed she was a bit frustrated. "Last night…Padma and I…uhm well yeah well."

"Oh I see," Hermione nodded and winked at Blaise. "How chivalrous of you," she teased. Blushing bright red Blaise brought her book up in an effort to conceal her lobster-like condition. "Still how’d he know?"

"I forgot to put a silencing charm on my room," Blaise mumbled from behind the book, "Pansy said something."

Hermione laughed, "You’re kidding!"

"No." Blaise elbowed Hermione who was still chuckling soundlessly. "Stop laughing. My mind was elsewhere."

Hermione struggled to regain her composure. "Sorry."

"It’s okay."

They sat for a few minutes in companionable silence.

"So last night was the big night huh?" Blaise nodded. "I take it you two gave Pansy a reason to complain."

"Oh my God Hermione…"

/ / / / / / /

"So are you going to tell me or not?" Lavender Brown asked Parvati, in deference to library policy she was whispering.

Parvati looked up from her Divination assignment, a small smirk on her face. "Why Lavender dear I haven’t a clue what you could possibly be talking about."

Lavender snorted. "Oh please even Hermione could have interpreted that dream. Now come on details, details."

Parvati put down her quill. "I think last night," she was interrupted by Padma’s sudden presence.

"There you are Vati I need to talk to you."

"Hi Padma nice to see you too."

"Sorry Lavender, it’s just I really need to speak to my sister."

"Lav I’ll see you later okay."

"Sure."

Lavender left and Padma took her seat next to Parvati, who was smiling broadly.

"So Padma," Parvati teased, "about last night."

"Oh God," Padma hid behind her hair.

"Yes you seemed to say that rather a lot. That and ‘more, more’."

"Oh God."

"Mum would be proud to know you were able to recall the basics of the Kama Sutra."

"Vati! Don’t you dare!" Padma hissed, "Or I’ll tell mother about you and Draco Malfoy fifth year."

"Really Padma," Parvati smiled condescendingly, "Who do you think taught me the contraceptive spell. You know she thinks I’m boy crazy enough to do something stupid like get pregnant. I’m not ‘responsible’ like you."

"No! Does Daddy know?" Padma shook her head. "Never mind of course he doesn’t."

"Anyway you wanted to talk," Parvati prodded.

"Right, right. Yeah I uh…I yeah so…"

"Don’t worry…about you know. If it’s anything like with me…well you haven’t again right?"

"No just that one time. The first time." Just as Parvati had ‘experienced’ Padma’s activities of the night before Padma had ‘experienced’ Parvati’s first time.

"I wonder if this happens with other twins."

"Well it’s hardly like we can go up to the Weasleys and ask now can we."

"Guess not. You’re the Ravenclaw get with the research surely books have been written on the matter."

/ / / / / / / / / /

"Miss Patil if you would see me after class," Professor Flitwick said as he took his place at the lectern, where the pile of books he routinely stood on was teetering precariously.

"Yes Professor."

She stayed seated as her classmates filed out until finally only she and tiny Professor Flitwick remained in the room.

"Why don’t we go to my office."

Now Padma was concerned, other than a few nights when she’d sneaked out to sleep in Blaise’s room, she could think of no reason for Professor Flitwick to be taking her aside. Her grades were top notch as usual, she and Blaise were diligently battling it out for the number two slot after Hermione, and she was keeping abreast of her prefect duties as well. It was a short walk to Professor Flitwick’s office from the Charms classroom they’d been in. Padma followed him silently. He instructed her to take a seat as he puttered around fixing some tea.

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

"No thank you Professor."

The professor sat, he carefully took a sip of tea, blowing gingerly across the top of the cup to cool it somewhat, before addressing Padma again.

"It’s come to my attention Padma that you have a relationship with Miss Zabini."

"Yes sir." Padma squirmed in her seat. Where was this going, she wondered.

"I understand that this has been going on for some time now."

"A few months," Padma said cautiously.

"Well," the professor took another sip of his tea, "I can’t say I understand this sort of thing but that is neither here nor there. You haven’t had any sort of problems with your fellows have you?"

"No sir. I mean sure there have been some stupid comments, mostly of the lecherous variety, nothing I couldn’t handle…why? Has someone said something?"

"You were with her last night?"

"Sir?"

"You spent the night in Miss Zabini’s room?" Padma nodded. "You are aware Padma that one of your duties as prefect is to be in your room at night, you have a responsibility to the lower forms. They depend on you, Mr. Goldstein and the other prefects."

"Did something happen? Was someone hurt?"

"No one was hurt. We had a surprise fire drill at four in the morning and you were nowhere to be found."

Padma hung her head, at four in the morning she had most decidedly not been asleep. At four in the morning they’d been in the big leather chair in front of the fire in Blaise’s room. Padma straddling the taller girl’s lap, riding Blaise’s fingers inside of her until she’d come so hard she’d thought she’d die.

"Sir I…I’m sorry. It won’t happen again."

"I hope not," the tiny man took another sip of tea, "It’s unfortunate really, you’d been in the running for Head Girl but now…"

"I’d rather not have that responsibility truth be told."

"Be that as it may your nightly sojourns to Miss Zabini’s room are to cease immediately."

"Yes sir. Is that all sir?"

"One other thing…now I’m not…not that…if Miss Zabini were to stay in your room on occasion, discretely of course, I would understand."

"Thank you sir."

/ / / / / / / / /

"Bugger off Blaise," Hermione snapped.

"My, my someone is in a bitchy mood. That time of the month is it?"

"You’re such a…such a boy sometimes. You and Ron, why is it that anytime I’m in a mood…"

"The difference is that I’m right." Next to Blaise Padma sniggered.

""You’re still five and half inches short of being a man."

"I’m 5’11" how much taller do you want me to be," Blaise asked, confusion tinting her voice. Next to her Padma choked on her laughter, sometimes Blaise was too literal for her own good. Hermione stormed off in a huff. "I don’t get it, what’s so funny?"

Padma threaded her arm through Blaise’s. "It’d be easier, not to mention more fun, to show you."