Chapter 22 – Are You Saying I Need Therapy? – Blaise's POV

Ron was lying with his head resting in my lap on the couch of the Weasleys living room when Hermione arrived. Harry had arrived a few minutes earlier and was upstairs in the bathroom. Fleur, Charlie, Tonks, and Bill were there, as well as Luna Lovegood and her father, Draco, and some other people I didn't know.

"Hi Ron, hi Blaise," Hermione said, smiling brightly. "Is Harry here yet?"

"Yeah, he's in the bathroom," Ron replied.

"Oh, ok." She went to sit on the couch and I moved my feet out of her way.

I was slightly nervous because of all the people at the house who I assumed were part of the order. People who didn't know me tended to judge me based on my father and it scared me. "Ron?" I whispered. He looked up at me. I held my hand out over his face so he could see it was shaking slightly.

"You want to go outside?" he asked. I nodded.

"We'll be back in a few minutes, Mione," he said.

I lit up as soon as I got out the door. Ron leaned against the wall beside the door and looked at me with a glaze in his eye.

"You want to go for a walk?" he asked after a few seconds.

"Yeah…sure," I replied.

I followed him in the direction of the open field he had mentioned that they sometimes played quidditch on, but veered slightly left when we got near, into a small wooded area. We came to a small clearing with a long fallen log which had be carved and sanded flat on top to form a bench.

Ron sat cross legged on it and patted the space beside him, indicating for me to sit. I sat and lit a second smoke.

"Are you feeling ok?" Ron asked worriedly, after several minutes of undisturbed silence.

"Yeah…I was just a little nervous. I know I'm being paranoid but I feel like I'm being judged constantly." I lit a third smoke.

"You're chain smoking…" Ron pointed out.

I looked down. "Oh…I didn't even notice." Ron moved closer and slid his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder and rubbing my back lightly.

"I worry about you."

"You shouldn't. I'm fine."

"Maybe you should see a doctor…" Ron suggested quietly.

I looked right into his eyes. "Are you saying I need therapy?" I asked sharply.

He backed off slightly. "Well…you should talk to someone…"

I softened. He just wanted me to be happy. "I can talk to you, can't I?"

He ran his fingers lightly through my hair and kissed my cheek. "Of course you can."

I dropped the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, before leaning against Ron's chest and resting my head on his shoulder.

"You smell like smoke…" he remarked.

I wrinkled my nose. "Is it bad?"

"No…I like it."

There was a rustling in the bushes and Bill came into the small clearing. "There you two are…what the hell?" he said questioningly.

"What?" Ron asked.

"Well if you're going to sneak off into the bushes you could at least be making out. I mean…come on!"

Rolled my eyes and rested my head back on Ron's chest, relaxing.

"Mum's looking for you," Bill said to Ron.

"What for?" Ron asked irritably.

"She wants help with dinner."

Ron groaned, his chest rumbled against my ear. "Can't you help her? Please?"

"And what do you propose I tell her you're doing?" Bill asked laughingly.

"How about the truth…talking."

Bill sighed. "Fine. But you still have to come back for dinner pretty soon."

"Ok. Thanks Bill."

And the eldest Weasley son trudged back towards the house.

I shivered slightly, the winter cold finally starting to get to me. Ron locked his arms tightly around me and breathed warm air on the back of my neck. I closed my eyes and relaxed completely.

I felt Ron's fingers slide into my hair as he started to twirl the longish strands around his fingers. I sighed contentedly. He twisted his fingers into it more tightly and tilted my head back, our lips meeting lightly at first, before his tongue pushed past my lips and he pushed me backwards until I was lying on my back, his warm form on top of me.

"We have to be back soon," I groaned as his knee slipped between my thighs.

"I don't care," he muttered against my neck.

"Somebody will come -ohh- looking for us," I panted.

"You taste so good," he whispered, running his tongue along the edge of my ear lightly.

"Ron, we have to, ohh shit, go back –ah, fuck it." I flipped him over and attacked his neck with my teeth.

"Silencing charm," he sighed winningly.

I pulled out my wand and muttered the incantation quickly. I was just about to toss the wand to the ground when Ron whispered, "Wait…do a warming charm as well." I cast the spell and dropped it to the ground, sliding my hands up under his shirt as a cloud of warmth spread around us.

I threw off his jumper and Cannons shirt and went for his belt buckle.

"Wait." Ron placed both hands on my hips and flipped me back over again. "You're bottoming."

"Um, no. I bottomed last night and this morning," I said, flipping him back over.

"You know you like it," Ron said, trying to flip me back over again, but I spread out my weight and he could not move me.

"Oh, and you don't," I rolled my eyes. I reached for his belt again, and he gave in and relaxed.