This has been a long time coming. I loved Blaise in 'When it all Goes Wrong' and just got an urge this evening to give him his own little story, and here it is.

"Well, Molly, as always, that was fantastic." Blaise stretched out in the hard wooden chair and yawned widely as Molly Weasley, beaming maniacally, pulled his plate away and sent it flying through the air into the kitchen sink, where it promptly began cleaning itself.

He stood, nearly hitting his head on the low ceiling of the Weasley house, and followed Molly through to the living room, where Ginny and Harry were sat, lounging together on the sofa, watching their son, James, crawl across the floor. They both looked up and smiled, and Blaise swooped down on James and hoisted him on to his shoulders. James squealed in delight.

"Good to see you, again Blaise." Harry leant across his heavily pregnant wife to shake Blaise's hand.

"Potter. Sperm factory going strong, I see?" Blaise and Harry laughed as Ginny and Molly blushed. "How is everything? How are Draco and Hermione? Haven't seen them in a while."

Harry sighed. "Well you've been away rather a long time. As far as we know, they're doing ok. Still driving one another up the wall, but still making up every time, which is good."

"And how about you Blaise?" Ginny had a coy look in her eye Blaise wasn't sure he liked. "Found yourself a girl yet?"

Blaise cracked his knuckles impressively and kicked back on the couch. "I've got plenty of time."

Harry scoffed. "Hardly! Mate, you're twenty-seven!"

"Hey, just because I wasn't all set and settled by twenty-five. I'm still in my prime, you know." He couldn't be argued with. Blaise still had the same charismatic grace he'd had as a teenager. There was barely a line on his face, and his hair had retained it's jet-black sheen without a fleck of gray in sight.

Harry cleared his throat, very aware he'd just spent the last five seconds eyeing up Zabini. "Still, don't you think you might want this?" He indicated Ginny and his son, who was now banging a toy broomstick against the floor, and looking dangerously close to a tantrum.

Blaise watched until the toddler began to scream and then gave Harry a half-smile. "You know. I think I'll be alright."

Harry grinned back and Ginny swept her son up and carried him out, closely followed by her mother.

"So, you going to tell me where you've been the past few years?" Harry asked quietly, sipping from a cup of tea and peering at Blaise.

Blaise shrugged. "I've been around." He avoided Harry's eye, feeling like he was undergoing an interrogation rather than engaging in friendly conversation.

"You haven't. Nobody's seen you. I've spoken to everyone, and, as far as they're all concerned, you've disappeared off the face of the earth."

"I had some stuff that needed seeing to, alright?"

"What stuff? Come on, Zabini, you're… you, you don't have 'stuff that needed seeing to'." Blaise couldn't help but laugh hollowly.

"True, true." He crossed his legs and leant forwards. "Truth is, I just needed to get away for a while. It's all just a bit couple-y here with you guys, you know. I just went on holiday for a while, is all."

Harry grinned. "Well, whatever you've been up to. You should go and see Hermione and Malfoy. They've missed you."

"What do you mean, you only just got out of work?! I rang there over fifteen minutes ago and they said you weren't there anymore!" Hermione Malfoy's screeching voice was audible even through the heavy oak front door of the greatly modified Malfoy Manor.

"Ah, the sweet sounds of wedded bliss." Blaise sighed, and struck the knocker twice.

"For Merlin's sake, woman? Can't a man just go out with a few colleagues after a days work without his wife going completely insane?"

Blaise listened as doors slammed upstairs and silence followed. He pushed the door open. The interior looked like the musings of a manic-depressive. The walls were dark, whilst the carpets and curtains were bright. The vases were light and colourful, but the flowers they held looked like something out of a gothic novel. "So… this is what happens when a Gryffindor and a Slytherin decorate." Blaise pondered, delicately tracing a finger along the dark wood dresser that stood beneath the white wood stairs.

He climbed the stairs, sat down on the top step and waited. If what Harry had said was true, the making up would soon begin.

Sure enough, only seconds later, the door handle on his right slowly twisted, and the door opened.

"She still got you on the stubbornness trait, I see." Blaise called, not bothering to look over his shoulder. He lazily got to his feet, and turned to see Draco Malfoy beaming at him.

Malfoy flung an arm around him and clapped him on the back. "It's good to have you back, Blaise. We missed you."

"So I see." Blaise raised an eyebrow, and Draco flicked his eyes away, embarrassed. "I hear the old love boat's not sailing quite as smoothly as it once was."

Draco shrugged. "We're fine. Just coming out of the honey-moon-period, I think."

"You had a five-year-long honey-moon-period?" Blaise's mouth hung open. "Maybe marriage isn't such a bad idea after all."

Draco led him down the corridor, and to a new door. He knocked softly before turning the handle and pushing the door open.

"Hey, Hermione." Blaise peered around Draco's shoulder to see Hermione lying propped up on what was clearly the master bed, hands wrapped around a book.

"Hey Draco." She replied, without taking her eyes off the print in front of her.

"I'm sorry, darling. I should have let you know where I was."

Hermione let out a long sigh. "It's fine. Of course, it's fine. I overreacted." She put the book down and swung her legs over the side of the bed, and finally looked up. "Oh my gosh! Blaise!" She rushed at him and flung her arms around him.

"Yeah, I brought a friend to see you." Draco shuffled awkwardly as his wife kissed Blaise on the cheek.

"It's so good to finally see you again. We've been so worried!"

"Nah!" Blaise exclaimed, carefully wriggling out of Hermione's grasp. "You knew I was fine."

"But still." Draco said, looking happier now as he wrapped an arm around Hermione. "We had no idea where you were, what you were doing."

Blaise smiled broadly. "Like it matters. I'm home now."

Oh Blaise, how I've missed you!

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