Chapter 5: Breakfast at the Weasley's

Ron was sitting on his bed when his mother called up to him. "Ron, you've an owl."

He came down the stairs and smiled. It was an owl that he'd never seen before. "Thanks mom," Ron said quietly as he opened the letter.

Ron;

You had asked me to send you an owl when I had more definite plans. I would be honoured if you would join me for dinner on Friday, July 15. I will pick you up if this works for you. Please owl me with your response.

—Blaise

Ron blushed. That was this Friday. Ron turned to his mom who was looking at him curiously. "Uh, mom, can I go out on Friday?"

"Is it a date, sweetie?" Ron gulped. Molly already had two gays in the house all she needed was for Ron to say yes with a guy. And he'd have to tell her. Molly smiled. "Who is he?"

The look on Ron's face would never be forgotten as far as Ginny was concerned. She had walked in to the conversation knowing who they were talking about, of course. "Do you need me to tell her, bro?" Ron nodded, still out of it. "The owl is from Blaise Zabini, mom."

"Isn't he a Slytherin who is best friends with Malfoy? Wouldn't he be just trying to get at you Ron, for Malfoy?"

Ginny and Ron laughed. "No, mom," both said but Ron finished, "Blaise isn't doing this for Draco. He wanted to go out; Draco and Harry helped hook us up." Ron smirked. "So can I go or not?"

Molly blinked. "Draco and Harry hooked you up, how's that?"

"Oh, Draco and Hermione are engaged," Ginny said happily as she started to drink a glass of orange juice. "Didn't you see the invitation for the wedding?"

Molly sighed and looked at her youngest son. "Yes, you may go but try to come home before noon."

Ginny and Ron both laughed as Ron went to write Blaise a response. After sending it, Ron froze. He'd never been out on a date with another guy, he didn't know what to expect. So, as quietly as he could, he walked out of his room and made for the twin's room.

Once there he knocked once, then waited. He heard Fred call out to wait a few moments. He stood there patiently, until Fred opened the door while he was pulling on his shirt. Fred pulled his shirt down and then looked at Ron. "What can we do for you Ron?" His voice was airy and Ron saw George pulling his shirt on as well.

"I was hoping you would have time to give a brother some advice…Or a brother-in-law," Ron added as he saw Oliver sitting at the desk, not even bothering to pull on a shirt. Oliver grinned.

Fred smiled and looked to make sure that everyone was decent. "Sure, come in." Fred led Ron into the room. "Have a seat…if you can find one."

Ron sat down next to George on the bed, Oliver had transfigured the two beds into one double king, and Fred soon joined them. "So, what can we help you with, Ron?" George asked softly.

Ron glanced around, nervous. "It's just that I needed some advice as to what to ware…" his voice faded, he was unable to finish the sentence.

Oliver walked over to Ron and looked into his eyes. "Ah, I see. You need clothing advice for your date, but why ask us…unless your date is a guy?"

Fred and George grinned. "Ron on a date with a guy… Oliver, you do need to be looked at, I think something might have happened to your head…"

Oliver and Ron both glared and yelled at the same time, "Bloody hell, shut up!" The twins blinked in shock. Ron never yelled, at least not at them. Oliver yelled at them when he needed to keep them in line. Oliver continued to speak. "Do you know where he's taking you, Ron?"

"No, he won't tell me. He just said he'll pick me up."

Oliver smiled. "That sounds like my first date was with these two… I underdressed. Who is it?"

Ron looked at his brothers who had their mouths hanging open. "Blaise Zabini, you should know him Oliver, you did work with his older sister for a year or so."

"That I did, Ron. Well, old family in money, we'll have to get you dressed up. When is this date?"

"Friday…"

"Well, then, we don't have to much time to perfect how you look. Let's go through my part of the closet, we'll have better luck in there." Ron smiled and walked over to the closet. In the next three days, they had Ron try on about twelve different outfits and did all kinds of different things to him. By noon on Friday, Ron was completely ready and was playing a game of chess with Oliver to calm his nerves.

A few hours later, there was a rasp at the door and Molly raced to get it. Too make sure that the twins didn't get to it first. When she opened the door she was glad that Oliver had taken Ron under his wing, because Blaise was very well dressed. Blaise bowed to Molly and she asked him to come in. He accepted and stepped into the, surprisingly, immaculate house. Ron smiled at Oliver as he got up, his way of thanks, and walked over to Blaise. They bowed slightly to each other and Blaise's eyes glimmered. "Shall we go than, Ron?"

"Of course, Blaise," Ron replied, smiling. They walked out and entered the carriage that was waiting for them. After about five minutes Blaise looked at Ron and sighed. Ron glanced up and their eyes caught. Blaise smiled and turned his eyes to look out the window. Ron grinned. Blaise was nervous, Ron realized. "So, Blaise, where are we going… If you don't mind my asking?"

Blaise looked at Ron and smiled. "It's a surprise," Blaise smirked, "But I think you'll like it. Harry told me you might anyway."

Ron smirked. "Asked Harry for tips?"

Blaise smiled. "No, I just asked if you'd like where I planed or not."

"Well, that worked, that would be why you are more confidant then even your Slytherin guise could hold."

Blaise gazed at Ron a moment. "You look really nice…"

Ron blushed slightly. "You look striking in that outfit."

That got Blaise to blush, deeply. "We're here, Ron." It was the restaurant that George and Fred had taken Oliver to for their first date. It was really formal, and luckily for Ron he had memorized everything they had said about their first date.

"Do you have a reservation?"

Blaise smirked; "Yes, two for Zabini."

They followed a waitress that lead their way to their table. She left them as Blaise turned into the gentleman and had Ron sit and then he pushed his chair in. Blaise sat and they looked at the menu. "Can I get you something to drink?"

Blaise smiled. "Gold Wine, please, for us both." The new waitress smiled and nodded.

"Blaise…" Ron started not quite sure what he was going to say.

"Ron, order whatever you like, I'm buying, remember?"

Ron blushed, nervous. What had Oliver said? The fillet-mon-yon was good… but then George and Fred had said that the roast was to die for… "What are you going to get, Blaise?"

He looked back at the menu and sighed. "I was thinking of trying the roast, why?"

"…I was thinking about the roast myself."

Blaise smiled. "I've been told that it's really good."

Ron smiled. "I've heard the same."

They shared a smile and took a drink of wine as they waited for the waitress. When she arrived Blaise ordered. "We'd like two roast dinners, please. I'd like mine well-done."

Ron smiled. "I'll have the same." Blaise and Ron smirked and took another drink as she scurried off to place their order. Ron looked at Blaise for a few moments then asked, "What kind of things are you interested in, Blaise?"

Blaise smiled. "My hobbies include: Quidditch, Muggle things, potions, Muggle science, and dragons."

Ron chuckled. "Our hobbies are similar, than; Quidditch, Muggle things, Muggle science and dragons, but if I was better at making potions I'd probably like them more."

"You like Muggle science?" Blaise asked shocked.

Ron grinned. "Yeah, I have been emerged in it on a few occasions because of Hermione's love for it. I rather like it, after one starts to understand it." Their food was placed before them and they started to eat. After a small amount of time, they started to continue where they left off in their conversation, continuing to eat all the while.

Blaise chuckled. "I know what you mean, Ron, I was confused by a lot of it before I started to understand it. I think chemistry is interesting, but then again, it reminds me of potions in a way so…"

"I like chemistry, I'm better at it then I am at potions, anyway."

"You've tried it, really?"

"Yeah, Hermione brought her chemistry set to school last year and let me toy with it for a while. She said that if I was a Muggle or wanted a Muggle job I should be a chemist, but I think I like where I am in our world."

Blaise sighed. "I'm signed up for a chemistry course this summer, but I'm the only one my age going to it." Ron sighed as well. Those courses were expensive; otherwise he would have liked to do one of those courses himself. "Would you like to take it with me?"

"I can't, Blaise."

He grinned, knowing why instantly. "I'll pay for it; I'd like someone my age to talk to about it and that way we can get to know each other better over the summer. It is a selfish way to get to know you."

Ron smiled; "If you insist."

"I do, Ron…" Blaise chuckled, "What will Hermione say when she finds out that you are taking a Muggle science course?"

"She'll probably test me to make sure I'm not sick. As far as she knows, I hate it when she goes off on Muggle science, but of course…"

"You love it," Blaise supplied. They had both finished their dinner. "Do you want dessert?"

Ron sighed. "Actually, Blaise, I'm full… but…"

Blaise smiled and paid for their meal. He then beckoned Ron to follow him. Ron did but with a sad smile. Their date was at an end, and Ron realized, he didn't want it to end. They walked out of the restaurant and Blaise turned away from the carriage, walking towards the lake nearby. "Would you like to go for a walk, Ron?" Blaise asked softly.

Ron smiled with a dazzling happiness, and nodded. They started to walk around the lake. Blaise and Ron were walking close together, just enjoying each others company. They lost track of the time with ease as they sat on a bench. Blaise had his arm over the back of the bench, lightly draped over Ron's shoulders. Ron shifted, just a little, and ended up cuddling closer to Blaise. He sighed and rested his head against Blaise's shoulder, Blaise's arms tightened around him.

Blaise was happy that Ron wasn't appalled at the way they were sitting because Blaise loved it. Blaise smiled and leaned his head against Ron's own, eyes closed. Time was shifting around the two unnoticed as what they thought were only minuets were actually hours.

Blaise kissed Ron, Ron kissed back with delight. Blaise realized that he loved the taste of Ron's lips. Blaise slowly ended the kiss and sighed. "We should get to the carriage…" his voice trailed off, "it's warmer in it."

Ron nodded softly and stood. Blaise reached over and clasped his hand. Ron smiled and they walked back to the carriage hand in hand. After they entered the carriage, Ron leaned against Blaise. Blaise smiled and wrapped his arms around Ron. Ron sighed and turned his head seeking a kiss from the lips that were above him. Blaise complied with passion. They continued kissing for some time.

Ron blinked; he was warm, could feel arms wrapped around him. Ron turned slightly to see Blaise was holding him and that they were still in the carriage. Ron gazed at Blaise a moment to realize that Blaise was without a shirt, and so was he his mind whispered. Their robes were folded neatly on the other seat, along with their other clothes, and they had a blanket covering them.

Ron's heart leapt, had he and Blaise screwed last night? Could he have been that drunk? Or was it that he hadn't been drunk and had just given in to the feelings of the moment? If they had, would Blaise walk away…leave him for being to easy?

Soft lips started to caress his neck, making him momentarily forget that he might be in a dilemma. Blaise moved one of his hands, from where it had been resting on Ron's stomach, to softly run across Ron's chest. Those lovely lips moved up to suck lightly on the tender skin just under Ron's ear, sucking at the pulse hidden there.

"Umm," Blaise mumbled, "good morning." Ron jumped slightly. Blaise wasn't shocked that Ron was laying in his arms. What's worse was that Blaise was sucking his neck again, making it hard for him to think, let alone speak. "Did you sleep well, Ron?" Blaise raised himself onto his elbow and looked down at Ron.

Ron turned slightly to look up at Blaise and nodded, unable to speak. Blaise was so dizzyingly gorgeous at that moment Ron completely lost all coherent thought. Blaise sighed. "Don't you remember anything from last night, you didn't seem drunk?" Blaise's tone was soft.

Ron relaxed into his arms, thinking about last night. Blaise kissed him, softly, on his head and laid back down.

Blaise smiled at him as they pulled off their robes. Blaise folded them, set them down, and then kissed Ron again. Ron smiled up at Blaise. "Are you sure about this, Ron?" Blaise asked softly. Ron nodded and started to unbutton Blaise's shirt. Blaise laughed and waved his hand. Both their shirts appeared folded on top of their robes. Blaise moved his mouth down onto Ron's throat, kissing and sucking randomly…

Ron gasped at the sensation of Blaise's teeth catching onto one of his nipples. Then he felt Blaise's hand undo the button on his slacks, and then the zipper. Blaise's eyes returned to Ron's, worry shimmering in them. "I don't want to hurt you…and depending on how far we go, I might." …

Ron waved his hand, smiling. All of their clothes were gone, folded in the pile of the other side of the carriage. "I know you don't want to hurt me, Blaise; that's why I'm glad I took some advice from my brother-in-law. Look in the inside pocket of my robes…" Ron's voice faded into a smile.

Blaise did as asked; smirking when his hands fell onto a bottle of Magical Lubrication Lotion. "Your brother-in-law's advice…?" Blaise asked as he returned to Ron's exposed body. Ron just nodded as he ran his hands along Blaise's bare chest and stomach. Blaise placed the bottle next to their heads and slowly moved his head down Ron's body, kissing his sensitive skin…

Ron suddenly changed his moan into a gasp as Blaise placed his mouth over Ron's swelling member…

"Ron, do you remember anything?"

Ron smiled and kissed his way down Blaise's chest; repeating Blaise's actions from last night. Blaise gasped and clenched the blanket in his fists. Blaise couldn't hold still, and neither could Ron, until Blaise spilled into Ron's mouth. Ron licked his lips and smiled at the empty bottle of Magical Lube Lotion. "What do you think I remember, Blaise?"

Blaise smiled and kissed Ron again. His eyes were nothing more then shadows. "Do you regret it, Ron?"

Ron blinked. How could anyone whose sane regret being with Blaise? Hell, scratch sane; how could anyone regret sex with Blaise? "No, I don't regret it, Blaise. I could never regret being your…" Ron froze.

Blaise smiled. Ron didn't want to make him mad by saying a simple word. "I could never regret being your boyfriend, either, Ron."

Ron smiled, relieved that they were something… that important. He looked at the clock outside of the window to see that it was ten-thirty. Breakfast at the Weasley's didn't even start for another fifteen minuets. "Would you care to join me for breakfast with my family…?"

Blaise thought a moment and smiled. "I'd like that… but what if they ask uncomfortable questions about our relationship… like last nights events?"

"Then I'll answer, I know how to deal with my family. And what I don't know, I've picked up ways to get around it by my brothers." Blaise and Ron sat up and beamed at each other.

As they were getting dressed, Blaise looked at Ron; "Ron, who is your brother-in-law?"

Ron chuckled. "Actually, he's my future brother-in-law. You know him… Oliver Wood."

"Oliver is going to be your brother-in-law, but isn't he gay?"

Ron smirked. "Yeah, he's marrying my brothers."

Blaise blinked; "Your brothers?"

"Yeah, George and Fred… are marrying Oliver."

Blaise smiled. "Who couldn't decide?"

Ron laughed. "Actually, Fred and George have been dating Oliver at the same time, they both asked him to marry them and when he told them about each other they laughed. Then the three of them went out on a date, together mind, and talked. It just was easier for all three of them to marry together."

Blaise smirked. "I forgot that the twins are lovers too. That would be strange… And Oliver can tell them apart?" Blaise smiled; "Take us to the Burrow."

Ron smiled. "Most of the time he can, but not all the time. Hell, our own mother can't tell them apart sometimes."

"Are they going to be at breakfast too?"

"Yeah," Ron replied as they pulled into the drive of the Burrow. Ron sighed. "This should be interesting." Ron and Blaise exited the carriage and looked at the house. As they started to walk towards the house, Ginny came running out.

"If you don't expect to stay for breakfast, Blaise, then leave now!" Ginny yelled halfway to them. They continued to walk. Ginny smiled and ran back inside.

"I hate when my mother is intelligent."

"Why, Ron?"

"She knew we'd arrive in time to eat…" Ron smiled and groaned at the same time. Molly had just stepped out of the house and was calling for everyone to come and eat. When she saw Ron and his guest she smiled and summoned them to her. A few moments walk brought them to her side. "Hi mom, is there enough for us too?"

Molly laughed. "Of course there is Ron, Blaise how nice to see you again; please, come in and join us."

Blaise and Ron followed her in and after everyone was seated, somehow they had managed to have seats together; Blaise was on Ron's right. Ron thought it had something to do with the look on Oliver's face, who was sitting on Ron's left. At first everyone was too interested in eating to pay any attention to their new guest.

But, then, Arthur can't stay silent for long. He watched Ron and Blaise for a little while trying to see what the dynamics were in their relationship, but couldn't. "So," he started lively, much to the horror of everyone at the table, "how did it go last night?"

A shiver coursed its way throughout Blaise as Ron smiled sweetly. "Everything went fine, dad, thank you for asking."

Arthur sighed and started eating again. Oliver smiled at Ron and Blaise, knowing that was always just the beginning to the questions. "What did you do?" was Arthur's next interrogating phrase.

Ron smiled and grasped Blaise's hand under the table as he answered. "We went to dinner and walked around the lake, why dad?"

"I was just wondering, that's all," Arthur grumbled. Ron's dad grinned evilly and looked at them. "What time did you get in last night?"

Blaise would have coughed if he hadn't been a Slytherin, but at the moment it was extremely convenient to have his Slytherin training. Ron gazed evenly at his father, knowing what he was trying to find out. He wanted to know if they had slept together. "We didn't get in last night, dad, and you well know it. So cut to the chase and ask your real question so we can go back to eating."

The members of the table thought that Ron was going to regret saying that but he looked to calm for his own good. "All right, Ron," Arthur began, "did you and Blaise sleep together?"

Ron smirked. "Do you mean as in the same bed or as in making love?" The way he said it so calmly frightened some of the members of the table. Blaise on the other hand thought it was great. Ron had been spending way too much time with him, Draco, and Harry. He thought that for the reason of he was acting way to Slytherin for a normal Gryffindor. Implying that Ron would tell them what they had done, in very few words, and then let the topic drop.

Arthur blinked in shock. He hadn't been expecting his son to reply with a question of his own. "Did you two," Arthur inquired slowly, "make love last night?"

Ron smiled. "Yes, we did…" his voice drawled and then he took a drink out of his juice. Arthur and Molly's eyes bulged out of their heads and the rest of the table blinked. Oliver smirked and shook his head. Ron flashed him a quick grin and then turned back to his plate. "Oh, Blaise," Ron began smiling, "this is Oliver, Fred, George, and Ginny—you know them, those you don't know are my mom, Molly and my dad, Arthur; everyone this is Blaise."