A few days later it was Halloween and the night of the town party. Earlier in the day, Hermione had come over to drop off Mikayla's altered costume and Blaise had been the one to open the door.
"Hello Hermione," he said as he greeted his best mate's fiance. "Would you like to come in?"
"Not today, Blaise. I don't have time. I just wanted to stop by and drop off Mikayla's costume," she told him as she handed over the package. "And don't you dare open it and ruin her surprise. I jinxed the box so that only Mikayla can open it."
"Clever witch." He smiled at her.
"Thank you," Hermione said with a cheeky grin. "Tell her I said hello."
"Will do. Give Draco my regards."
"Sure thing, Blaise. You two have fun tonight. And remember, no peeking!" With a final warning glare she walked to her car and he shut the door.
And Blaise had heeded the warning all day. He remembered well Hermione's magical prowess back during Hogwarts and while he was sure he could handle whatever might happen to him if he tried to open the box, he'd rather not risk it. And besides, as much as he wanted to know what Mikayla's costume was, he knew that he would enjoy it more if he let it be a surprise. So he had left the box uneopened on her bed waiting for her to return from the walk she went on.
But now it was time for the party and Blaise was sitting in the living room fully dressed, ready to go and eagerly anticipating Mikayla's appearnace. He kept running his hands over his outfit as he removed imaginary pieces of lint. He kept fidgeting with his Phantom mask by putting it on, removing it and putting it back on again. It was during this phase of restlessness when he heard her say his name from the doorway.
With his mask still in place he quickly turned around and felt all of the air rush out of his body as he stared at the stunning woman before him. The first thing he noticed were the stockings, since they had been the cause of many of his most recent night time dreams and fantasies. He then noticed the black ankle high, lace up, high heel boots adorning her feet. As his gaze moved upwards he saw something that looked really familiar. "Is that...the dress I bought you?"
"Yep," Mikayla said as she slowly revolved in a circle for him.
"What happened to it? It looks different."
"I had Hermione alter it so that the corset was shorter, so that it would fit over my belly," she said as she ran her hands over her stomach that was hidden beneath the black material.
The last thing he saw was the pointed black witch's hat perched on top of her auburn locks. "So you're a witch, huh?" He smirked at her idea of a witch, since not many witches he knew wore those hats and he certainly hadn't seen any witch recently in so sexy of an outfit.
"Yes. I decided that I would try and make one of your fantasies come true by being a witch for Halloween and believing in magic. So do you like it?" she asked as she stepped towards him. When he didn't respond, Mikayla looked up at him and saw a fierce desire bruning in his eyes and it ignited a fire in her own body. "Blaise?"
Zabini couldn't take it anymore and he swooped down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. He speared the fingers of one hand through her hair and used the other to draw her body closer to his. He angled his head to take the kiss deeper as his tongue swept into her mouth and explored her different tastes. Blaise heard her quiet moan and reveled in the sensations that her hands caused as they raced over his body. Over the hard muscles of his chest, over his strong arms and they finally came to rest behind his neck where they teased the hair there. Blaise broke their kiss only when the need for air became a desperate one. He placed his forehead against hers and breathed deeply, inhaling rugged breaths. He gave her one last quick but passionate kiss before releasing her and saying, "We should probably get going so we don't miss all the fun and so I won't ruin your costume."
Mikayla grinned at him. "Why, Mr.Zabini, were you planning on soiling my pretty new dress?" She batted her eyelashes at him playfully.
"I still might if we don't get out of here," he growled lightly.
"You better watch it. I'm a witch and I can do magic. I just might turn you into a frog," she said while brandishing a wooden stick at him.
Blaise started for a second thinking that the stick was a real wand, but then he noticed that it looked more like a short skinny branch from one of the trees in his yard.
"Actually, that's not a bad idea. If I turn you into a frog, then I can kiss you and you would turn into my Prince Charming. Hmmm," she said as she tapped her forefinger against her chin as if she was deep in thought. "I'll have to look through those magic books of yours to see if I can find anything," she told him while giggling.
"I'll be your Prince Charming any time love," he said, pllaying along by bending at the waist and placing a kiss on the back of her hand. "But we really should be going. Our public awaits us." He grinned at her hearty laugh. 'Oh how I love to make her laugh.'
The couple then left the house and walked towards town, holding hands the entire time.
A/N: Ok, since this chapter is so ridiculously short, I am immediately posting the next chapter as well. So I hope you enjoy the double dose! Oh yeah, and the rating and warnings are now officially changed for the upcoming content in the last half of the story. Just thought I would let ya'll know.