Blaise is a good-looking black boy with a famously beautiful mother who is a widow seven times.

He is very difficult to please romantically, though he finds Ginny Weasley attractive. However, Blaise says he would never touch a filthy little blood traitor like her no matter how very attractive he found her.

-From Harry Potter Wikipedia article on Blaise Zabini.

Chapter 1: SexyWitches Inc.

Blaise sat back in his large leather chair. Five attractive young women stood in front of him in revealing bikinis, but he wasn't at all aroused. It is a part of my job, actually, he mused.

He studied the first woman. She had long blond hair and shining blue eyes. Too small breasts, he thought. He crossed off her name from his notepad and went on to study the second one. Adequate, he reasoned. Nicely tanned. The third girl looked like she was too young. He searched for her name.

"Kayla?" he said.

"Yes?" she replied excitedly.

"How old are you, seriously?" he asked.

"I swear I'm seventeen," she said firmly. "I have papers to prove it. I'm legal, I swear."

He looked through the papers and realized she was right. Dropped out of school in Year Six, it read. Some men liked young-looking girls. He nodded and went to study the other ones.

"Now ladies," he droned, "let's hear you moan."

"For the videos, right? Which ones, Mr. Zabini?" asked his secretary, Paula, as he exited his office after the bikini girls. He stared down at his notepad.

"Irene Barla, Kayla Cuke, and maybe even Sheila Lee," he said casually. "Her ass might be too big, though."

"Some people like it big," reasoned Paula, making a note.

"Exactly. And she can fake orgasm pretty well, too. And now, I'm off for some lunch," he said, sending her a wink and exiting the building.

Blaise Zabini didn't mind working at a wizard porn company. In fact, he enjoyed knowing that he could fancy himself with a nice sight whenever he wanted to.

Blaise bought himself a sandwich at a local shop and sat down with the day's Daily Prophet. He wasn't really paying attention to what he was reading, however. It was then that he noticed a familiar face walking by the shop. A good-looking young woman with flaming red hair. From Hogwarts, three years ago. What was her name...

"Ginny Weasley?" he said. She looked back and lowered her sunglasses at him. She narrowed her eyes as if to see better.

"Zabini?" she asked uncertainly.

"Yes, I am," he replied, smiling despite himself. He hadn't seen anyone from Hogwarts for at least a year or two.

"Hi," she said a bit awkwardly. They weren't very close in Hogwarts, he reasoned.

"Are you on your way somewhere? If not, take a seat. I have until two," he said, not knowing why he was being so nice. So over the mean-boy days, he mused.

"Sure," she replied, taking a seat opposite to him. Her hair was now straight, and she was wearing a spaghetti-strap tank top and a mini jean skirt with heels. She had grown tall and slim. "So, what's going on in your life?"

"Work," he muttered. He almost added 'in the porn industry,' but didn't find it appropriate at that moment. "How about you? You and Potter?"

"Oh," she said, her eyes turning icy. "We broke it up two years ago," she muttered.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said.

"No, it's fine, actually," she said quickly. "We realized we weren't really meant to be."

"I see," he said quietly. It felt awkward talking about relationships with someone he had barely known. However, he had found her attractive at one point, though he denied himself from making a move on her. A blood traitor. He was mature enough to not care anymore. Especially with Aurors like Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley running around, hatred for Muggle-borns or or blood traitors were frowned upon.

"So, are you seeing anyone? Anyone I know?" she asked because it felt like the right thing to ask at that point.

"No...I'm not seeing anyone," he replied. It wasn't the technical truth, though. He was definitely seeing a lot of women.

"So where do you work?"

He swallowed.

"At SexyWitches Inc.," he said quickly, taking a bite out of his sandwich. To his amusement, Ginny laughed.

"No, seriously," she said, taking a sip from her iced coffee.

"I'm serious," he said, looking at her in the eyes. She dropped her jaw. He felt her gaze over his well-built body and laughed.

"I'm not a model there. I'm the technical vice president, my stepfather being the president. I guess a move to make me like him. I do a lot of the real work, though. Final stage auditions, for example."

"I see," Ginny breathed, still flustered at the idea. She grinned a little. "Must be fascinating."

"Oh, sure," he chuckled. "Magazines, shows, movies...good business."

Ginny glanced at her watch and stood up. "Merlin, I have to go. I have a job interview at one-thirty. Here, take my number." She quickly jotted down a number on a napkin. Blaise realized how commonly phones were being used in the magical world nowadays and smiled despite himself. He took out a business card.

"Here, you can take this. We should talk again sometime," he said, handing it to her. She took it and smiled at him.

"Alright, nice talking to you!" she said, putting her sunglasses back on and picking up her purse. Before Blaise could say anything else, she hurried down the road.

Sexy and attractive, thought Blaise, sitting back in his chair and taking another bite out of his sandwich. The qualities we seek at SexyWitches Inc., he mused. But no, she had something else. Class.

"Your two o'clock appointment is here, Mr. Zabini," Paula got up as he entered the room. She handed him his notepad. Movie audition: Eunice Wesley. He nodded and entered his office.

A brunette in a v-neck mini dress stood up as he opened the door. Nice big breasts, pretty face. "Hello, Mr. Zabini," she said, smiling at him.

"Hello, Miss Wesley. Please, sit down." He walked over to his chair and sat as she sat in her own. "What motivated you to seek this role as Natasha in this film?"

"Well," Eunice replied, playing with her bra strap, "I always knew I wanted to do porn ever since I gave my first blowjob at fourteen."

"Fourteen?" Blaise raised an eyebrow. "That's awfully young."

She nodded proudly. "It was Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, when I was in year four at Hogwarts."

Blaise looked down at her resume. Twenty-two. Two years older than him, so this had happened when he was in year two. "I see," he muttered.

"He told me this was my destiny. I thought he meant I should be a prostitute, but then this has much more class," she went on. Class? Blaise thought amusingly, being reminded of Ginny Weasley. No, there was no 'class' in the porn industry. Not at all. He bent over to his drawer and took out a script.

"Here, let's see you read this. It's a scene from the film," he told her. She cleared her throat.

"'Natasha. I want you in my hot pussy, Brad. Open paranthesis, laughs, close paranthes-"

"Stop," said Blaise, putting his hand on his forehead. "Thank you, that'll be enough."