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Scared (Part One)

Blaise stood nervously outside the Burrow. Normally, his stance would be quite calm, with his hands in his pockets. Now, his hands could not stop fidgeting.

Of course, dating Ginny had been the smartest choice of his life. He enjoyed everything about her. He loved her dearly.

However Ginny's idea of wonderful did not connect with his. To sit in a room with seven older brothers of hers, all who probably wanted to kill him with their bare hands was not what he would exactly call a good night.

"Come on Blaise," Ginny gushed, "Mum's going to love you."

He stood there motionless, listening to the great racket inside.

"Fred! George!"

"I'm not Fred! I'm George!"

"And I'm Fred!"

"Honestly, you call yourself our mother."

"Sorry boys, but you better be nice when Ginny's boyfriend comes over. And you make sure those sweets don't magically appear everywhere. You two carelessly left them within that poor boy's reach."

"Oh."

"You mean—"

"Dean?"

"Poor boy—you boys better behave."

"We will."

Blaise was even more rattled than before. He was yanked forward when Ginny dragged him in. Before he had time to comprehend what was happening, Mrs. Weasley enveloped him in a hug, squeezing him hard.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Weasley," he finally gasped out, when placed back down.

"Oh Ginny," Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, "He's such a handsome looking boy."

Ginny blushed slightly, while Blaise seemed to exchange his weight from one foot to the other. Little by little the Weasleys trickled into the living room, where they all stood staring Blaise. Again, he shifted uncomfortably.

Mrs. Weasley's loud voice echoed from the kitchen, "Dinner time!"

Blaise looked quite worriedly into all six boy's faces. They were glaring daggers at him. If he were Potter they wouldn't mind one bit. Just because he was in Slytherin they thought badly of him. That's not true, a thought tugged at him, Malfoy has been accepted into their group, after a lot of complications between Granger and him. I might still be able to win their—trust.

He smiled uneasily at Ginny, as she led him into the kitchen. The table was filled to the brim with food. It was just like being back at Hogwarts, except with the fact there were six potential assassins gathered around the table, ready to attack the second their sister was in trouble.

Fifteen minutes into the meal, Blaise was chatting with Mrs. Weasley about her exquisite cooking. The delicious dinner had been prepared without a fuss, Mrs. Weasley had replied and blushed.

"I could teach you some Italian cooking," Blaise suggested.

"Oh—no it's fine," Mrs. Weasley replied.

"It's no problem for me," Blaise quickly said, "My mother has hundreds of old recipes she doesn't use."

"No really Blaise," Mrs. Weasley assured, "It's fine."

Ginny touched his arm lovingly, and he turned to smile at her. She coughed when everybody started staring at them. Blaise couldn't keep his eyes off her; she was just—so perfect. It was so unexpected when his infatuation started.

He smiled as he reminisced as Ginny tripped on a Trick Stair and hurtled into him. At first, he was rather peeved, but as he stared into the apologetic face of Ginny, he knew he couldn't stay mad at her.

"I'm really sorry," she rushed, knowing well that she had knocked over a Slytherin, an older boy. She blushed slightly, looking at the ground, and then she motioned to dodge him. But he didn't let her proceed. He clamped his hand firmly around her arm and stopped her from going any further.

"I didn't catch your name," he said without a trace of emotion. He looked her up and down, a sneer appearing on his face. "A Weasley, I suspect."

Her face changed completely, and she narrowed her eyes. "What's that to you—you Slytherin," she hissed spitefully.

Blaise wasn't expecting such retaliation. He wasn't expecting—this Weasley to be retaliating at all. Just say her name, giggling and blushing, and then leaving as quickly as possible.

"I want your name Weasley," Blaise said cold-heartedly.

"If you want it so much," Ginny said sarcastically, "Why don't you just ask my brother?"

"'Cause he's an idiot," Blaise replied.

"I hope you go stick your head up your—"

"Ms. Weasley!" Ginny turned around to face Professor Flitwick.

"Professor," Ginny burbled. Blaise was rather amused.

"Detention," the Professor said, "Both of you." The smirk was wiped off his giddy face.

That detention hadn't gone as the Professor had planned, and that ended up with a whole week's detention for them. Blaise rather enjoyed those detentions, as well as the rendezvous afterwards. Ginny, although a little peeved, couldn't help but agree that they were—amazing.

A swift kick from Ginny swept him out of his little reverie.

"So, now that you are out of Hogwarts, which career are you pursuing?" Mrs. Weasley asked him. "Bill is working in Gringotts, Charlie works with dragons which I still feel rather reluctant about, Percy still works for the Ministry, Fred and George have their own shop now, and of course Ronnikins who just started playing Keeper for a Quidditch team," she beamed proudly. Blaise stifled a chuckle at Ronnikins and saw the said boy blush and mumble something incoherent.

"I'm working for Malfoy Enterprises," he replied with ease. "It's quite a high-pay job and I can keep an eye on Ginny at the same time."

The boys looked at him suspiciously. "And why is that?" Charlie asked him.

"Haven't you heard? Ginny is my secretary. She's working part-time till she can find something to do. She wants to start her own company."

An acknowledging look came across all their faces. A nudge came from Ginny. A soft look reassured him.

"Mum," Ginny piped up. "I don't know how to break it to you, but we've—"

"I knew it!" Ron immediately stood up and pointed an accusing finger at Blaise. "You got my sister pregnant, you bastard!"

"Ronald!" Mrs. Weasley shouted.

"Mum, it's true. I am pregnant," she told her.

"What? How? You—you—"

Blaise started sweating profusely, as all the Weasley brothers started to surround him, fists clenched in anger. Red-hot glares sent his way. He gripped Ginny's hand and prayed for mercy.