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Blaise POV
I woke up to the blinding light of the sun since the curtains were already drawn. I was looking around, squinting for the brightness were hurting my eyes. My head was throbbing, not from the drinks but from last night's (or earlier's) skirmish. I can't believe that she can stand the thought of us separating, after 7 beautiful years? That was insane! I lost my trend I thought when I heard a distinct cracking sound near my bed room door.
"Man, you really did it." It was Draco Malfoy. He was shaking his head with an amused smirk plastered on his face.
"Did what exactly?"
"Don't play dumb with me. I heard all about it."
My face fell. "Oh."
"At five in the morning, Weaslette's head appeared in our fire place, looking for my wife. She looked puffy and blotchy from all the crying. That was when I heard about the whole drama."
I just nodded sheepishly, motioning him to sit down on my favorite arm chair. From the look on his face, I could tell I looked like hell but decided against saying anything about it. "You are stupid, aren't you? For pulling stunts like that and ruining the whole thing. I thought you're supposed to propose to her already."
"Yes. But it's not what you think it is, okay?" I told him my side of the story and he just listened to me, not giving any unsolicited comments. After my story, he threw me a towel. "Freshen up and go after her. I've got other things to do." With that, he left.
I followed his advice and went after her. I expected her to be at her office in the ministry because it was already 10:30 in the morning. When I got there, her secretary told me that Ms. Weasley called in sick and her leave was indefinite. I went to her flat but found not a single soul in there. I dropped by the Malfoy Manor in hope that she was there but found Hermione alone preparing herself a brunch. She wasn't mad at me, she was more of sympathetic. It seems Draco had told her my story. My last destination was the Burrow. I had a gut feeling that she was there but decided it to be the last because the thought that all her six brothers will welcome with their wands on my throat was terrifying.
When I got to the burrow, Mrs. Weasley stood waiting for me on their front door, glaring at me. "What did you do to my daughter?"
I couldn't say anything. My mouth went dry. How was I to tell the mother of the girl I want to marry that I made her daughter cry because I kissed a guy the other night? Boy, that was hard.
"Is that Zabini?" I heard Ron growl from the other side of the door. He sounded angry, very angry. "Let me talk to that bastard!" He opened the door and lunged at me. Instead of helping me up, Molly Weasley just walked inside her house and slammed the door at us. Geez… that woman didn't even care if her youngest son turned into a murderer.
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