dans macabre
Ironically, the first time Daniel Humphrey talks to her in almost two years is at another Slug Club gathering.
Blair stands, as she usually does, at the corner, studying the room. She rolls her eyes. Every year, Slughorn invites more has-beens and wannabes. It’s actually quite insulting.
Humphrey, to her surprise, approaches her once more.
“Blair,” he greets.
She raises an eyebrow, willing herself to look calm and collected. “What are you doing here, Humphrey?”
“I just wanted to talk to you,” Humphrey replies.
“You just wanted to talk to me?” she asks coldly. “You could have done that the past two years, but you didn’t.”
“I’m sorry. I know we both hurt each other.”
It’s too much for Blair. She misses Humphrey exceedingly, but really, sometimes, he preaches too much for his own good.
“Stop your sanctimonious prattle, Humphrey.”
She sweeps out of the room.
She runs through an empty hallway to a classroom just off the Potions dungeons, only for Humphrey to follow her. She takes a deep breath, her back to the wall.
“Stop following me, Humphrey,” Blair snarks.
Dan, once again, does the unthinkable and kneels at her feet. “Blair, I’m so sorry. I just… miss you so much. It’s like my magic misses you, you know?”
“I don’t,” she replies, when in reality, she does.
Dan stands up. “Please, Blair.” He hesitantly reaches out to cup her face. He is almost reverent.
All of a sudden they are kissing fervently, with an intensity that their thirteen-year-old selves could not have done.
Blair Waldorf, in a strange twist of fate, loses her virginity to a muggleborn who is not even her boyfriend in an abandoned classroom at Hogwarts. Of course, she doesn’t realize this until after the fact because she and Dan are too engrossed in each other.
Dan kisses her hungrily, as if he is making up for all the years they spent away from each other. He pushes her against the wall and runs his hands over her body, cupping one of them against her arse. Blair, on the other hand, makes a quick attempt of yanking off his pants. She places a hand on his prick and it pulses against her. It’s all very undignified, really, but again, Blair doesn’t stop to think.
Their heated sex, naturally, does not occur without a hitch. Dan fumbles with her breasts, not completely sure what to do with them. Blair is gratified to think that he doesn’t seem like he has much experience with these things, like her. Blair, as well, uses a little too much teeth when she takes his cock into her mouth. And to her immense frustration, Dan hesitates for far too long before pushing inside her, muttering the contraceptive charm at the last minute.
But when he does slip inside her - oh Merlin. Blair feels so full and her insides feel so warm and she is just about to burst. Dan makes sloppy strokes inside her, and it is everything. Her magic is pulsing so strongly she can almost feel it ringing in her ears. She just knows Dan feels the same.
She thanks Merlin and Morgana that Sirius has already graduated because she is certain that her name and Dan’s are fully merged on that blasted Marauder’s Map.
“Oh, Blair, I’m really sorry about everything,” Dan breathes as he is inside her.
Blair shushes him. “Move, Humphrey.” Dan acquiesces.
It is over all too soon, and Dan orgasms with a loud shout. They are both breathing heavily. He places his forehead against Blair’s.
“So, Blair, forgive me?”
She smiles and places another kiss on his lips.
They stay entangled for a while longer, with Dan pressing kisses to Blair’s neck. “We’ve so much to catch up on,” he says.
Blair smiles. “I’ll hold you to it.”
Suddenly, he stills. “Blair, what’s this?” he asks quietly.
Blair realizes that while peppering her with kisses, he has pulled off the shoulder of her robes. Her Dark Mark is exposed.
“Dan, it’s not what you think,” she says.
“What is it then?” he asks, his voice turning harsh.
“I don’t believe in any of it, I swear on my magic. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“So what?” Dan continues, “On one of your days off, you just casually pledge allegiance to a man who wants to kill me and others like me?” His voice takes on a dangerous tone.
“It’s what my family wanted,” Blair says downcast. It is the truth anyway. She can’t reveal her plan to Dan. It’s not yet safe.
“Well, what your family wants is for me to be dead.”
Dan stands up, straightens his clothing out, and leaves without another glance.
Blair leans against the wall. She feels even more bereft than she did before the evening started.
She doesn’t run after him. It’s for the best. She would be putting them both in danger if she were to continue their affair.
Later that night, Blair cries into her pillow. Cissa joins her, pulling her into a comforting embrace.
Cissa asks her no questions.