Chapter 23
"There you are!" Draco said, coming in and sitting next to Ginny on the bed. "Your mum left already... You should have seen her doting on Blaise..." He said with a little chuckle. "After hearing the others recounting what happened, and how Blaise got hurt dragging Ron out of danger, she was all over him! I've never seen him blush so much! I don't think he's ever been fussed over like that! Is she always like that, or just during crises?" He chuckled.
She gave him a little, somewhat forced smile, not answering.
His smirk faded away. "What's the matter?" He asked, sensing something was wrong.
She sighed and drew her legs up onto the bed, hugging them to her. "I'm.... I just..." She sighed again. "I think my mums gone barking." She said worriedly.
Draco eyed her for a moment, looking a bit bemused. "She's told you then?"
Ginny's head snapped up, her eyes darting over to him, "About what?" She asked guardedly.
He smirked. "About us. You and me. Now and... before... I got the sense from the way she looked at me that she knew..."
Her eyes were round as saucers. "You don't honestly think... I mean that's just nutters!"
He leaned against the bed post and smirked. "Ya... I guess so... about as mental as having an old drifting piece of soul getting stuck in you and telling you he's your other half I suppose..." He said with a playful smirk.
She made a growling sound, covering her face. "Just because my mum had some mad dream before I was born doesn't mean I'm some kind of reincarnated dead girl!"
Draco shrugged. "Darien certainly thinks you are."
She looked over at him sharply again. "He does?"
Draco chuckled. "You think that little choir boy would have shagged you if he didn't think you were her? He did himself in just because he thought she didn't love him... it's not like he'd just forget all about her the second he got the chance to get a bit of skirt. I mean he was a MALFOY! And a drop dead gorgeous one at that!" He said with a arrogant smirk, "I'm sure he could have gotten plenty back in his own time if that's all he wanted."
She stared at her fingernails, picking at them distractedly, choosing to ignore his obvious attempt to make her smile. At length she sighed. "I'll admit I wondered about that..." She said dejectedly, "But come on... do YOU honestly think I'm this girl?" She asked plaintively.
He reached over and slipped his arm around her, drawing her up next to him. He looked deep into her eyes for a long moment before speaking. "Would it be so bad?" He asked, his voice unusually gentle.
She blinked. "Would what be so bad?"
"The thought that you are somehow my long lost love... and that we were meant to be together..." After a thoughtful moment, he gave a little shrug, "Admittedly, it struck me as a bit sappy and all that... and if I heard someone going on about shite like that I'd probably curse them as a matter of principle... but still..." He said, a smile pulling up the corner of his mouth. "I was kinda getting to like the idea..."
She blushed brightly. "Um... well... when you put it like THAT..." She said, smirking, obviously embarrassed.
He smirked, then it softened a bit. He reached up, cupping her chin in his hand and lightly brushing his thumb over her lower lip. "To tell the truth... I don't really care about the past... what did or didn't happen doesn't really matter... all I know is... touching you... kissing your lips... waking up with you by my side... it feels good... feels right... so does it really matter what anyone else thinks?"
She blinked, stunned. That was probably the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to her! It was all the more stunning coming from DRACO! It was hard to believe that not long ago he had seemed like such a heartless bastard... The leaps he had made emotionally were just this side of astonishing... she wondered if this had always been hiding deep inside him. Maybe it was just that nobody had ever tried to see any deeper... As she stared at him in contemplative silence, she realized that he was right... the past didn't really matter... She leaned forward and kissed him.
He kissed her back with such intensity it made her head spin. When he finally broke the kiss he gave her a little smirk. "Still want to go back to Gryffindor?" He asked teasingly as he kissed his way down her neck.
She laughed. "Not likely..." she said, twining her fingers in his hair.
"Good..." He said, smirking up at her. He kissed her lips softly, then he shifted his head over, "Come to bed..." He whispered in her ear.
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"Merlin..." Blaise said as Ron and Pansy led him into his room, both supporting him (though Ron was little help in his own weakened state), "I thought your mum was going to adopt me!" He said, chuckling ruefully.
Ron grinned. "A lot of people get that impression. When anyone needs taken care of she's all mum... but don't ever cross her!" He said, chuckling.
"Don't worry about that... I'm already well aware of the Weasley temperament." He said teasingly.
They set him down on the edge of the bed. "You need anything?" Pansy asked, still looking a bit worried.
"Just you two." He said, smirking.
She chuckled and rolled her eyes. "He'll be fine." She said in a bemused tone.
She and Blaise were already in their night clothes, so Pansy quickly helped Ron out of his outer clothes, stripping his down to his boxers. They were the only garment he had on that wasn't burnt or bloodstained anyway.
She stole a little kiss, smirking at him mischievously, before going back over to help Blaise settle in the middle of his big bed. When he was situated, she helped Ron in beside him before circling around and climbing on the bed herself.
As they settled in, Blaise was still smirking. "You know... I'll admit I've had more than my fair share of relationships... but... that's the first time anyone ever introduce me to their mum..." He said, his cheeks coloring slightly.
Pansy smacked his shoulder playfully, "I introduced you to MY mum!"
Blaise laughed, "That wasn't an introduction!"
"Sure it was!" She said defensively, but with a smirk on her face.
Blaise laughed so hard he had tears at the sides of his eyes.
"What's so funny?" Ron asked with a bemused smile.
After a moment, Blaise was able to master himself. He turned his head towards Ron, "Ok, let's see if YOU think this counts... I remember it word for word! Me and my family were at Pansy's for some big Christmas party... usually horribly boring affairs... I was just beginning to enjoy myself, and Pansy walks in and says, and I quote, 'Mum! Get off Blaise! He's only fifteen bloody years old!'" He said, breaking into more laughter.
"See!" Pansy said immediately, "Even you admit, I said she was my mum and I told her your name. That was an introduction!" She said, smirking mischievously.
Ron burst out laughing, "You were shagging her MUM?" he asked incredulously.
"No!" Blaise said, sobering marginally and holding up a finger to signify an important point, "I was letting her go down on me. Big difference! I'll have you know I do have a few scruples... I mean I probably wouldn't have shagged her while her husband was in the mansion at any rate..." He said chuckling. He shifted over towards Ron a bit, lowering his voice to a conspiratous whisper, "But you should SEE her! She looks even more shaggable than Draco's mum!"
Ron's jaw dropped, "You didn't...!?!"
Blaise laughed, "No! Not a chance! Not that it wouldn't have been brilliant... and Merlin knows the poor woman could use a good shag, but Lucius is the type to gut you for so much as GLANCING at her. I prefer safer shags, thanks."
Ron chuckled, shaking his head ruefully, "So... what happened with her mum?"
Blaise gave a little shrug. "She 'got off' as requested and left... glaring at her daughter most venomously as I recall..." He said smirking. "It was too bad really... her mother was quite amazing..."
"And then he made ME finish!" Pansy said, smirking.
"Couple of points here..." Blaise said, "First, it was the least you could do for interrupting... and second, I have never once MADE you do anything! You do that all on your own!" He shifted his head over towards Ron, "I'm telling you, you just can't get a horn around this one and expect her to keep her hands off it." He said in explanation, grinning mischievously.
She smacked him lightly again, "That is NOT true!" She said petulantly.
"Really?" He asked her, smirking over towards her evilly. He took her hand and pulled it under the covers.
Her eyes widened, then she rolled them. "You are incorrigible! Laying here, weak as a kitten and half dead... and still you can get it up!"
He chuckled. "If I can't, feel free to bury me."
Ron laughed.
"Now I challenge you to keep your hands to yourself." Blaise said with a smirk to Pansy.
She just glared at him, pulling her hand back and crossing her arms across her chest testily. He couldn't see it of course, but he didn't have to.
He turned his attention back over to Ron, "So..." He said, his voice losing it's playfulness, "Seriously... What happened? I mean did he just attack you in the corridor?"
Ron blushed bright red. He had been taken into another room to tell the teachers what had happened, so no one else really knew anything more than they had seen for themselves. Blaise knew it had been Harry of course. He'd had plenty of opportunity to see their attacker before he was blinded. "No... he didn't attack me immediately..." He said uneasily.
Blaise shifted his head around to face Ron, sensing there was something more to his hesitance. "What happened?" He asked again gently when Ron didn't go on right away.
Ron shifted uneasily. "I... I was asleep... and he came over... and..." Blaise just remained quiet and Ron knew he wasn't going to let him get out of telling him. He let out a deep sigh. "He... he was trying to..." He trailed off. He really couldn't think of any way to word it...
"He tried to shag you, didn't he?" Blaise asked softly.
Ron's eyes went wide.
Blaise took his silence as confirmation. "I kind of thought maybe that's what happened... I mean with the bruising a saw starting on your neck... and the shirt and claw marks..." He sighed.
"He... he didn't though..." Ron said firmly, still beet red. "I said no and that's when he started... I dunno... at first he tried to threaten me... when I still wouldn't... that's when... well... you saw..."
Blaise gave a little shutter, then nodded. He slipped his arm around, drawing Ron closer. Ron shifted over so Blaise wouldn't have to move too much, hugging him. "You're safe now..." Blaise whispered softly, holding him.
Ron sighed, holding him tighter. Blaise's grasp felt tenuous at best, but somehow it did make him feel safer. He lifted his head and found Blaise's lips. Blaise returned his kiss passionately. As their tongues caressed lovingly Ron couldn't help but sigh into his mouth. This was how it was supposed to be...
They found themselves lost in the kiss... forgetting all about Harry and the horrible events of that night for the moment. For several minutes they just lay there, enjoying the blissful abandon.
Finally, Blaise broke the kiss, chuckling. "I thought I told you to keep your hands to yourself." He said in amusement.
Ron looked over and saw Pansy blush, but she didn't pull away from him, obviously rubbing him under the blanket. "You're an evil prat, Blaise." She said petulantly, slipping her hand into his underwear. "You lay there right next to me, snogging him senseless and pitching a tent and expect me to just ignore it... that's just... evil!"
He chuckled. "And yet still you come back..." He said, smirking and giving a contented sigh as she stroked him. "That's my little wanton witch..." he murmured.
Pansy glared at him, but didn't stop.
Blaise turned his head towards Ron and asked in a stage whisper, "She's glaring at me, isn't she?"
Ron chuckled. "Too right, she is! You sure you want her around your choicer bits when she's mad at you?"
Blaise chuckled. "She'd never hurt that. She likes it far too much!"
"Don't be mean Blaise." Pansy said, feigning hurt.
He reached over and found her, stroking her cheek. "Ah, but it's your wanton side that keeps bringing me coming back, love. Not to mention you're marvelously twisted... that's so hard to find nowadays..."
She let out a laugh, pulling the blankets aside. In just a few deft movements she had mounted him, having already doffed her knickers while they were distracted.
Blaise groaned, pulling Ron back over and started kissing him hungrily while she started moving. Ron closed his eyes, losing himself to Blaise's ardent kisses once again. Blaise usually had very good stamina, but in his weakened state he was gasping too much for kissing in just a few minutes, even though Pansy was doing all the work. Ron shifted down a bit, kissing his neck so he could breath. Blaise kept his arms around Ron, absently stroking his hair with one hand. Suddenly Blaise tensed, letting out a strained groan as he clutched Ron to him.
Pansy tensed as well, moaning as a look of bliss came over her face.
As Blaise's trembling grasp loosened, Ron looked at him worriedly. He was gasping for breath, looking like it was all he could do to remain conscious. Pansy moved down beside him, cuddling up against him. Blaise gave a wistful smile, wrapping one arm around her, then pulling Ron back down beside him with the other. They both snuggled up to Blaise as his breathing slowly started stabilizing, the little smile broadening on his face.
Blaise sighed contentedly, "In my very own room, nestled between two warm, amazingly shaggable lovers... I could get used to this..." He said mirthfully.
Ron grinned, "Me too." he said softly.
Blaise turned his head towards him, smiling brilliantly, then kissed him soundly before nuzzling up to him and settling down happily for sleep.
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Ron woke, feeling movement next to him. The movement came again, and he heard Blaise's breath panting in his chest. He quickly turned over, trying to see him in the dim light. He could see perspiration on his forehead, the hair framing his face starting to cling to the damp skin. Ron looked him over with concern, then started to reach over to check him, but suddenly Blaise sat bolt upright in the bed, a shriek tearing from his throat, "RON!"
Ron immediately sat up, wrapping his arms around him, "It's ok... I'm right here..." He said quickly.
Blaise's hands quickly searched, finding his face and reassuring himself it was indeed Ron. He let out a shuddering sob of relief and clutched Ron to him as if his life depended on it. Ron leaned back, pulling Blaise back down into a laying position, stroking his hair and murmuring reassurances soothingly.
"You weren't... weren't moving..." Blaise sobbed into his chest, "I thought you were...." He broke off, his body wracked by wretched sobs as he held Ron tighter, trembling.
"I'm fine... you saved me... we got away..." Ron said gently, his heart aching in his chest.
Slowly, Blaise's sobs and trembling faded away and Ron realized he had drifted back off to sleep. He looked over, seeing Pansy watching silently, a pitying look in her eyes as she watched Blaise. Seeing he was asleep again, she shifted over a bit more, spooning up against Blaise's back and draping her arm over him comfortingly. She looked up at Ron and softly whispered, "He should be ok now..."
Ron blinked. "This has happened before?" He asked, keeping his voice low to keep from waking Blaise.
She nodded solemnly, "At least a couple times a week for so long as I've known him. Usually it's his father he dreams about though... tonight must have been even more traumatic for him than I thought..." She sighed, cuddling closer to him.
Ron looked down, watching the tension slowly easing from Blaise's face as he slept. Blaise had been having a nightmare about Ron... about thinking he had died... the thought made his chest tighten with emotion.
"Sometimes it's hard to believe there is anything more than mischief and libido to him..." Pansy said softly, a little smirk flitting over her lips. "But people who think that have never been with him during one of his bad nights... and that barely even registers as one of those... trust me..." She kissed Blaise's shoulder lovingly, then glanced up at Ron, "Don't bother asking him about it in the morning... he won't remember... he never does..." She said, settling down and closing her eyes. In a few minutes her breathing had evened out and he knew she was asleep again.
Ron held Blaise a little tighter, his own sleep a bit harder won.
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A/N - yes, more R/B/P smut. Deal with it. I happen to like them. Your D/G smut will be in the next chapter, so just hold yer taters. :) And yes, I was planning on going into what possessed Harry more... I mean it's not like they're just gonna go on with their lives as if it hadn't happened and forget all about it ;)