A/N: Between Chorus and Band and Solo Competition, I haven't had time to update no have I had any motivation to do so. But its here now so enjoy! There might be a few more by the end of the week. I've added dates because it's going to get confusing. I'll go back and edit more when I finish the story.

There are some slashy things near the end.

Other than that, you know the drill.

Disclaimer: Still thinking of a clever/slightly amusing phrase to state my disclaimancy [yeah I just made that up] to the characters and whatnot.

Saturday August 9, 1997

When Blaise woke up the next morning he felt fantastic. He had forgotten how wonderful Pansy was in bed. He hadn't slept with her in a long time, sure they both enjoyed the casual shag, and yeah, they were both fantastic at what they did, and sure they cared for each other a great deal, but for some reason, they just didn't shag that often.

When Blaise gained enough consciousness to see straight, he sensed another body next to him. 'That's odd,' he thought.

He turned to see Pansy still in his bed. This shocked him a bit. Okay, it shocked him a lot. Blaise shared a bed with one person, and frankly Pansy was not her, not that Pansy was unwelcome. In fact Pansy was the only other person he would share a bed with.

Usually Blaise went to the females house, shagged her senseless gave her a kiss, and went home to sleep in his bed, whereas Pansy did the same by going to the male house and leaving when they were through.

This was the real reason for Blaise's shock. Bringing Pansy to his house was no big deal, she'd been there before and they had their night's worth of shagging before, but the fact that she actually stayed and spent the night was surprising to him.

Still staring at her, he heard her say, "stop staring at me, I can feel it."

"You're up?"

"Obviously."

"You're still here."

"Do you have a point?"

"No point, just surprisingly uncharacteristic of you."

Pansy opened her eyes just to roll them at Blaise. "Oh please Zabini, you're enjoying this more than I am, so shut it and stop staring so I can sleep. You kept me up all bloody night."

Blaise grinned and said, "I can't argue with that, but might I point out that I was not the only person enjoying themselves last night. I distinctly recall a lot of screaming on your part."

"Shut it Zabini, I was screaming at your bloody awful technique."

Blaise raised an eyebrow, "Awful you say? Shall we have a recap of last night where you were begging? Or shall we just have another go, practice makes perfect you know."

At this point the appendage in question had become prominent, and Pansy couldn't help but smirk at him with a hard glare. "Begging? I don't recall begging, I recall whimpering. Your supposed definition of an oral shag was appalling…" at this Blaise raised his eyebrows and Pansy continued, "Did I teach you nothing all those years ago? I suppose you do need some practice, those poor girls you've been bedding, I should really introduce them to some of my favorite males. I am just going to have to whip you into shape Zabini. Go on; show me your best," she said, "for practice purposes of course, just so I know how much you have to learn." By this point she was grinning maniacally.

"If it's my best you want, oh great shagging instructor, then it's my best you're going to get," he said with an evil grin.

Fantastic morning indeed.

Blaise didn't floo over to the Burrow until almost noon. He walked straight into the kitchen, ignoring Ron's and Harry's objection to his presence, where he knew Ginny and Mrs. Weasley would be waiting for him. Ginny's back was to him and he kissed her the top of her head, whereas when Mrs. Weasley saw him she started her regular tangent.

"Blaise dear, it's so lovely to see you! Don't you worry; I saved you some of your favorite, extra crispy bacon, eggs with the yolk and cheese on toasted garlic rye bread with two extra pieces of your toast smeared in butter."

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley, you are the best."

"Nonsense, you don't eat nearly enough, you work yourself silly at that paper, it's no wonder you appreciate my food."

Ginny and Blaise just grinned at each other.

"Mrs. Weasley did Ginevra tell you that starting Monday she will be working at the paper too?" asked Blaise in order to get the heat off him.

Ginny shot him a look and gave him a hard glare not only for mentioning her new job to her mother before she could earn brownie points, but for the use of her given name. Blaise KNEW that Ginny was going to get it, and that she hated her name. Blaise shot her his famous grin and shoveled into his food while Mrs. Weasley's face turned into one of outrage.

"GINEVRA will be doing WHAT?!" she fumed.

Ginny shot Blaise another glare and turned to her mother "I only just found out mother, they are moving the paper to Hogwarts and they are going to be needing my assistance because the three of them clearly cant run the paper by themselves and keep up with their studies. Since I am a prefect and already have certain privileges, and am a good student. It's easier for Dumbledore and the teachers to approve of a student like me, as they won't have to worry that I'll be struggling. Dumbledore made special exceptions and whatnot and I've already been approved because I have a higher weight in the school than most students. It would be extremely hard for Dumbledore to find another non-prefect student, as all the other prefects are on the paper that can not only run the paper, but keep their grades up and not get in trouble. It's sensible that I was chosen really mum, it's not as if there's only going to be four of us there's going to be approximately fifteen."

Molly, though still quite angry, couldn't find a single point to argue with, despite her desperate attempts. In the end she just nodded curtly and said before walking out "Blaise you eat up, I'll leave you two to talk. Ginny we will finish this discussion later."

"I take it your evening with Pansy was lovely, or should I say late evening, and early, mid and late morning shag with Pansy was lovely." She said with a raise eyebrow and a smirk.

Blaise grinned, "She decided that I needed some 'practice' as my oral skills were unsatisfactory."

"Oh please, not that you need ego stroking, but your oral skill are more than satisfactory-"

At that point Ron, Fred George and Harry walked in. Fred and George seemed un-phased by her comment while Harry's eyebrows shot up with a smirk. Ron however did not have that reaction. He blew up, red face and all.

"HIS WHAT?! HE – YOU – HOW?! HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?! ZABINI!!"

"Oh for Merlin sakes Ron, I was talking about his oral presentation skills."

At this Fred and George turned to each other and tried to hold in their laughter began to turn red themselves, whereas Blaise snorted into his food. He knew exactly which type of presentation skills Ginny was referring to, and so apparently did the twins. Harry however became quite confused while Ron noticeably calmed down.

"Oh, right of course, sorry mate. Ginny's right, I've been to some of your presentations and experienced how good they are…" Blaise choked on his food, while the twins and Ginny were desperately holding in their laughter, Harry was growing more confused by the minute; Ron however noticed none of this and continued. "His technique is bloody amazing; I didn't know some of those things were possible."

At this Blaise began to choke on his food, as he could no longer control his own laughter. The twins were in tears, no longer trying to hide their laughter. Fred was on the floor, Ginny was hunched over in laughter whilst trying to beat Blaise's back to prevent him from suffocating. Harry was looking around the room extremely confused unable to figure out what exactly he missed.

Ron however frowned and said, "I'm serious he has better oral presentation skills than Hermione," at this point everyone in the room is howling with laughter "You should really make it your profession Zabini, I don't care what the others think, they are just jealous."

With that he strut out of the room his nose in the air. Harry shook his head this time no longer in confusion but in disbelief. Ron may be his best friend, but his best friend was a bleeding idiot. He had made the shagging connection instantly but thought he missed something when Ron started talking about an actual presentation Blaise had done for the paper. Once the others had started to lose their composure, he knew his initial guess was correct. Still shaking his head he followed Ron out but not before saying within earshot of the others, "What an idiot."

"Oh sweet Merlin Gred, that had to be the best moment of my life."

"I couldn't agree more Forge that tops the Umbridge pranks, and those moments were priceless!"

"Blaise, are you alright mate? I thought you were seriously going to croak for a bit."

"Me too mate, me too, but I couldn't bring myself to get to you, it's like my brain couldn't tell my legs to move without me falling over."

Finally functioning, the twins walked over to the table and sat down. Ginny, however was still trying to gain her composure.

"Ginbug, you alright?" asked Fred looking somewhat skeptically at her.

"Yeah sis, you don't look to well, you going to make it?" asked George.

Ginny, still not able to speak, nodded still smiling, while taking in deep breaths.

Accepting her response, Fred turned to Blaise not keeping the smile nor the mischief in his eyes hidden, couldn't keep himself from saying "So does that mean you've had all the Weasley Children if you've, err, 'presented' to Ronniekins?"

Ginny, who had finally controlled herself and had started to breathe normally, now doubled over in laughter once again, falling off her chair onto the floor.

George rolled his eyes and gave his twin a look, "You had to say it didn't you, you couldn't have waited, now look at her, we'll be lucky if she can stop laughing by the time term starts." He turned to Blaise expectantly. "Well, he already asked the question, you might as well answer, it's not like she'll be able to hear you or respond to anything at this point."

"I think so actually. Well except Percy, he was a prude. Not that I minded, you two caught my attention and you lot are quite handful, eh? I mean I thought I had it made when I had Charlie he was my first Weasley, Bill was good, but Charlie…" He looked to the ceiling recalling some wonderful memories. Coming back to reality he said, "As I was saying, after Charlie left, I didn't even bother with Percy as you two caught my attention. You two were more than enough to keep me occupied for a bit. Well as far as the male gender in concerned anyways, the female gender is a different story. To this day, I still haven't found a male even worthy of one of you let alone the both of you. Those were some good times, let me tell you. Once you left, I took Little Lion here under my wing. She's definitely my favorite. I haven't spent night, which is to say I haven't slept over, with any other lady since Little Lion here. " With his last sentence he put his arm around Ginny.

"Good to see that you keep it in the family. Well sort of anyways, we have yet to meet someone who can handle the both of us."

"Other than you of course;" Changing the subject Fred continued, "I think Gin-bug here is the only one us who's completely straight."

"Percy's a flamer, I don't care what mum says, we and Charlie are multi-sexual, Bill's bi-curious and Ronniekins, well he's still on the fence."

"I mean we all know he's in love with Granger, but he kisses Harry's ass far too much, and you, well, I think he's in denial about you."

"I mean that whole thing about presentation, besides the obvious, he had no idea what he was talking about, he never paid any attention to your presentation, you're a Slytherin, besides which, you didn't even have a presentation."

"I was wondering when someone would notice that. Think I can bag him too?" asked Blaise.

"Ronniekins? No problem, just make sure that Harry and Lav-Lav aren't around. Give him one round of your famous head and he's gone. I have to admit, you're almost as good as Pansy."

Ginny who had gained her composure long ago when Blaise had mentioned his Weasley experiences, lost it once again when Blaise narrowed his eyes at Fred's last comment.

The twins just turned and looked at her with matching expressions that said 'what in the bloody hell is wrong with our sister.' George commented first "Ginny, what in the bloody hell is wrong with you, are you on something? Have you taken one of our potions? We haven't even tested some of them yet! What are you thinking?! Never ever take something unless we give it to you personally! Even then you should know better!"

Ginny shook her head and said between fits of laughter, "No – it's – just when – Blaise got here – I asked him – how his – late night – mid, early and – late morning – shag – with – Pansy was – and – and – and he said that – sh – she – made him – practice – on her – because – his – oral skills – were – un satisfactory!"

The twins began to laugh so hard they were tearing up, while Ginny was long gone in her fit of laughter.

Blaise rolled his eyes and went back to his food. "Why I even bother with you Weasels is beyond me."

This time it was Fred who recovered first, but only just enough to speak coherently, he said between breaths "I believe – your exact words – w ere – something along the lines of – to this day I have never found a single male worthy of even one of you – let alone two."

With this, Blaise threw a piece of Mrs. Weasley's garlic rye toast at Fred and then began to pout putting his arms across his chest.

"Mate! You just wasted a perfectly good piece of toast!" cried Fred.

Ginny who could breathe at last said, "And, I am the only one you'll share your bed with at night, as I am your favorite Little Lion."

"Ohh shut it you three, and you are my only Little Lion."

"Damn Straight."

"Excuse me ladies and Red," Ginny stuck her tongue at him and Blaise bit it, "But I have a trophy to add to my Weasley collection." The twins just shook their head while Ginny gave him a look. "Not that you could ever be a trophy Little Lion."

Ginny smirked while George said "You know for a guy who only does casual shagging and doesn't get attached, you sure are quite the attached whipped gentleman." Fred made a 'woopoosh' sound and mimed a whipping motion.

"There is an exception to every rule, and Red just happens to be mine. With us having the relationship we do, we need to have someone that we can always count on, and frankly a Gryff is the only one I would trust; however I do think you three are part snake. And given my history with your family and the fact that she has the same needs as I do, it was an automatic bond."

Ginny rolled her eyes, sure everything Blaise was saying was true, but the four knew that the relationship between Ginny and Blaise was way more than just the casual shag. She was his best friend, other than Draco of course. The twins and Blaise had always been close but they would never have the same bond as Ginny and Blaise. Ginny's and Blaise's bond to one another was equivalent to Fred's and George's bond to one another, minus the casual shagging part. They all shared one bond, which was why he was welcome into the Weasley home. The four of them understood each other.

"Have fun with your little trophy, if Lavender gets here I'll keep her busy and I'll send mom out shopping or something. When you see Harry, send him down here, Fred and George will take care of him. Ohh and don't forget, later you have to tell me about Malfoy," Ginny said with a smirk.

"You got it Red, I'll see you in about half an hour."

Thinking out loud, in a sincerely curious tone Fred said, "I wonder if we'll here Ron scream."

Walking up the stairs Blaise passed Mrs. Weasley and he said "Molly, I think Ginevra said something about you needing to go shopping. Is Harry in Ron's room? The twins needed to speak with him."

"Did she now? And yes third door on the right. Have a good day dear."

"Thanks Molly."

Blaise already knew Ron's room was the third door on the right, be he thought it best not to clarify that fact. He reached the open doorway and casually leaned on the post both arms and legs crossed. In a polite tone he said, "Potter, the twins are downstairs and they would like to speak with you. Without Weasley."

With a grimace he said, "That can't possibly be good, I'll be back," a left the room.

"So Weasley, you heard my oral presentation," said Blaise casually.

Ron gulped visibly. "Err, yeah. It was, err, pretty good."

"Well, that's not the only oral thing I'm good at."

"Wh - What??"

"I was under the impression you heard me the first time, but for forms sake, I will repeat myself. I believe what I said was, speaking orally is not the only thing I do well orally."

"I'm not exactly sure what you're talking about."

"I think you do, but would you like me to show you?"

"Err, sure."

Blaise took three steps towards Ron, and pushed him to the wall and closed and locked the door with his wand.

"Wh – what are you doing?"

At this point Blaise was on his knees, he grinned up to Ron and said, "Showing you."

"But – But –" It was getting hard for him to concentrate as Blaise was undoing his pants button.

"Harry, Lavender and your mother are all taken care of." Blaise slid his pants down.

"Ginny?" His hard-on was now more than prominent as his pants were gone. His boxers were soon to follow.

"She knows." Boxer shorts: gone.

'Sweet Merlin, are All the Weasley males This Gifted? Seriously, I mean I know I'm big, but I'm one person, for 5 males in the same family to be this big is just wrong, it's unfair,' thought Blaise.

"Oh Merlin," whimpered Ron as Blaise grabbed a hold of him and stroked him slowly.

"Actually, I go by Blaise, but it's a common misconception," smirked Blaise cheekily.

Downstairs…

Mrs. Weasley had left for Diagon Alley with a list of random things Ginny claimed she needed, and told Harry to do the same as he did not want to be held accountable for any wrongdoing.

Harry, knowing the Weasley family, did not need to be told twice. He was not one to be on the receiving end of Mrs. Weasley's wrath.

Ginny and the twins didn't want to miss the Ronald/Blaise encounter and remained behind to experience the aftermath. As for Lavender, Ginny sent an owl claiming that the Weasley household would be out until six and that Ron had asked Ginny to send owl as he was in a rush. The earliest Lavender would be back at the Burrow would be five, giving Blaise plenty of time to cause mischief.

Approximately five minutes after Harry left, the three Gryfferins, could hear of shouts, curses and a multitude of words that were incomprehensible.

The three siblings looked at each other and smirked. They knew how good Blaise was.

Back upstairs…

Ron smelt it before he opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he did indeed notice that he had came, but that wasn't the only thing he noticed. Blaise Zabini was lying next to him stroking him. 'Ahh,' he thought, 'that's why I'm throbbing.'

Not stopping the stroking Blaise said, "That was interesting, I've never heard so much profanity in my life, nor that much noise, and I spend my days with Draco Malfoy. Are you usually that vocal when you come?"

"Err, no, not usually."

"I've never had one pass out on me before," He said before exclaiming proudly, "I knew I was better than Pansy!"