(A/N – Sorry for the wait. I just could not get that last scene down. Anyways, enjoy the chapter, and check out my website, which is available in my bio. It is Geocities crap but I'm still pretty proud of it.
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Chapter 18 – Meet The Family – Blaise's POV
"You know what I never realized?" I asked, slipping my arm around Ron's waist.
"What's that?" he asked.
"I am dating the son of the Minister for Magic," I replied, smirking cockily.
Ron groaned. "I was quite happy with you not realizing that, thanks."
I laughed as we climbed into the limousine which had been supplied by the ministry.
Although regularly proportioned from the outside, the limo seemed to be about a mile long from the inside. Molly sat up at the front with the driver, while we sat at the very back and closed the window between the driver's cab and the back, giving us complete privacy.
I sat against the comfy, plush leather seats, right in the back corner of the limo, leaning against the side wall. Ron slid right up next to me and rested his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes.
"Tired?" I whispered.
He nodded without opening his eyes. I slipped my arm around his shoulders and let him lie against my chest.
"Excited?" Ron asked, looking up at me.
"Will I be sleeping with you?" I asked.
Ron laughed. "Fortunately, all five of my brothers who've moved out are going to be at the house for the holiday… plus two of their girlfriends. There's nowhere else for you to sleep."
I shook my head. "I can't imagine having five brothers…"
"You don't want to…trust me," he replied, laughing. "Oh and by the way, I'd watch my back if I were you. They nearly killed Draco when they found out about him and Gin. Well…I supposed I was involved as well…But then again, that was only me, Fred and George. For you Percy, Bill and Charlie are going to be there as well."
"Trying to scare me, are you?" I asked. "It's not working," I said, hoping I was keeping the slight worry out of my voice.
"Of course it isn't, Blaise." Ron rolled his eyes. "They might just lecture you. But I doubt it."
I couldn't hold in a groan.
Ron chuckled softly. "Don't worry, I'll protect you."
Now it was my turn to laugh. "Will you, now?" I asked.
"Uh huh," he said, turning around and climbing on me, so he was straddling my lap. "I can take them."
"All of them?"
"Well…no. But I can take Percy!" he said, sounding very proud of himself.
"Very good," I said. I rested my hands on his hips and stretched up to kiss him.
"Mmm…" Ron leaned into the kiss, sliding one hand behind my head to play with my hair.
He pulled away slowly, kissed my lightly on the nose, and slid off to sit right against me on the seat. He leaned his head on my shoulder and closed his eyes.
"I'm so tired," he whispered as I brushed a long strand of gorgeous red hair off his face.
"You're so cute," I whispered, kissing his hair.
The tips of his ears turned pink and he groaned.
"Go to sleep," I chuckled quietly. "I'll wake you when we get there."
"I don't know if I should trust you or not…" he said suspiciously.
"Awe, you insult me. Go to sleep, bebe."
He snuggled into my arms and closed his eyes for good.
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We were woken about an hour later by Mrs. Weasley. We had both fallen asleep on the way home.
Our trunks were carried into the house. I studied the building carefully. It looked as though it had, very recently, been expensively renovated. Fresh, clean looking brick lined the walls, making it look brand new and very cozy. The front door was freshly painted. There was a skeleton structure on one side of it, where, apparently, they were presently expanding.
The entire house was covered in about three inches of snow. The effect was something that belonged on a post card.
My heart started to pound as we approached the door. I wasn't really worried about Ron's brothers killing me. I was just nervous about meeting them, and about any prejudices they might have against me, my father being who he was.
"Here we are," said Mrs. Weasley. She stepped through the door and disappeared down the hall, leaving the front door open.
My foot faltered as I was about to step across the threshold.
Ron turned around and smiled warmly. "You'll do fine," he said confidently. "I was only kidding about my brothers, you know."
I smiled nervously, stepping into the warm house. Ron closed the door and took my cloak. I unfastened my robes, exposing my silver silk shirt and grey pants.
Ron wiggled his eyebrows at me, taking his robes off completely. He unfastened the top few buttons on his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. I gulped. He took my hand and pulled me down the hall and into the kitchen.
"Come on. You'll do great," he said just before we entered.
When I stepped into the kitchen, I immediately got a homey feeling. This was nothing like my family's manor; it looked lived in. It looked as if humans actually entered the kitchen regularly, not just the house elves. It was warm and bright; very Gryffindor with red paint, yellow dishes set on the table.
I smiled at Mr. Weasley and shook his hand. "Blaise Zabini, Minister," I said nervously.
"Nice to meet you, Blaise," he replied warmly. "And call me Arthur."
Next I shook hands with Percy, who I had seen at school before. He seemed about as cheerful and approachable as he had at school. "Good evening," he said emotionlessly, without a smile. "I shall be retiring to my room now, Mother, if that's alright."
"Night, Percy," Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully.
"Don't mind Perce. We don't know what he's got shoved up his ass but it mustn't be pleasant," Ron whispered in my ear.
"Sit down, Blaise," said Mrs. Weasley, ushering me towards the giant table where apparently most of the family, and then some, were sitting.
I sat down across from a man with long red hair and a dragon fang earring, who was sitting with a young woman with short, lime green hair. "I'm Bill," he said, reaching across the table to shake my hand. "And this is Nymph-Ouch!" he said as the woman elbowed him in the side. He rolled his eyes. "This is Tonks," he said.
"I told you not to call me that," she said quietly. Bill winced in slight pain; it seemed that Tonks was grinding her heel into his foot.
Next to Bill was a slightly younger looking man with short red hair and a large bandage on his left arm. His hands were shiny with burns. "I'm Charlie," he said. "I won't shake your hand," he added, indicating his burnt hand. I nodded, smiling.
Charlie turned to the woman sitting next to him. I recognized her, but I couldn't remember where from.
"This is Fleur," he said to me. The girl brushed her long blonde hair out of her eyes and smiled warmly at me.
"Good evening," she said, in a heavy French accent. And then I remembered where I knew her form. The TriWizard Tournament... Beauxbatons champion. She was part veela.
Ron slipped into the seat next to me. "Those two are Fred and George," he said, indicating the twins who were talking animatedly at the other end of the table. "Oy! Gred and Forge!" he called down the table.
The two young men looked up quickly. I waved down the table at them. There was a look between them that I didn't like, before they both stood simultaneously and walked down the table towards me. They sat on either side of me, one of them pushing Ron off his chair and right onto the floor.
"Uh…" I mumbled.
"Let me guess…you wanted to defend him, but you're scared of us?" said the one on my right.
I raised an eyebrow. "Um…"
"That's what I thought," said the one on my left. "That's exactly the attitude we want."
"You defend him to anyone but us," said the other one. "And you better defend him,"
"Or you'll wish you'd never been born. And don't even think about hurting him,"
"Or we'll kill ya!" said one of the twins, raising a glass filled with firewhiskey and taking a gulp, smiling. "I'm Gred," he shook my slightly shaking hand. "And this is my brother Forge." The other twin shook my hand.
"Blaise…" I choked, trying to get my voice back. The twins both stood. "Good evening to you, Blaise," said…er, Gred? And they both returned to their seats at the end of the table and resumed their previous conversation.
Ron climbed off the floor and stood beside my chair. "Er…Don't mind them," he said, offering his hand and pulling me out of my chair. "Night, everyone," he called over the voices of the crowded kitchen. I followed him out and down the hall.
We climbed up several staircases; I lost count after three. We finally reached what must have been the top floor, where there was a single door with a plaque reading 'Ronald's Room' nailed to it. "Erm…Don't mind the colour," he muttered before opening the door and leading the way in.
I was nearly blinded as I entered the violent orange room. The walls were painted a glowing orange, and were plastered with posters of a quidditch team, obviously the Cannons, in robes that perfectly matched Ron's walls. Not to mention his hair.
I smiled. "That's cute," I said teasingly.
"No it's not," he pouted. "The renovations haven't gotten this far yet."
I laughed and looked around the room a bit more. I noticed there were two beds.
I raised an eyebrow. "Planning on any more company?" I asked.
Ron blushed and rolled his eyes. "That would be Mum's wishful thinking. There is no way you are sleeping in the same room with me and not being in my bed."
"Good," I rested my hand on his cheek and kissed him lightly. His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into it.
"Mmm…" he sighed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.
I felt his arms sliding under my cloak to untuck my shirt as I started on his shirt buttons. As I reached the lower buttons I yanked the shirt out of his pants and slid my hands across his toned stomach. He sighed under my touch and pushed my robes off my shoulders.
The bedroom door swung open just as I reached for his belt buckle. We jumped apart.
"Oh, for the love of Merlin. And just when I thought I might get used to walking in on my brothers…" and Gred or Forge…or George? Whoever it was…closed the door with a snap.
Ron rolled his eyes and stepped back up to me, pulling me by the waist of my pants, his fingertips just under the edge to pull my by. "Where were we…" he pressed his lips into mine again.
I went back to unfastening his belt buckle. I ripped open his pants and they slid down his legs. I thrust my hand into his boxers and he pulled away from my lips, gasping loudly.
I backed him up until his back hit the door and bit down lightly on his neck. He moaned and fumbled with my belt.
A few moments later we were both completely divest of our clothes and, at the burning feeling of raw skin contact, we lost ourselves in each other.