Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

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A/N: This isn’t a fic-for-all response. This is just what popped into my head…

WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHING

Ginny sniggered from the suit of armour she was using to hide. If any of them were to look over, then they’d see her for sure, but luckily they were all focused on something else. That something being her latest boyfriend. Blaise Zabini.

The moment her mother had clapped eyes on the reformed bad boy when he walked into the hall she had pounced. The poor boy didn’t even have the chance to get a drink before he was hauled into the hallway, but that was probably Ginny’s fault. She had innocently pointed him out to her parents when she saw him; she had wanted to see if he could handle the Weasley clan. There weren’t many men that could manage it.

Bill and Charlie were waiting patiently for their turn to talk to their little sister’s beau, leaning against the wall and glaring harshly. At least Ginny knew that they were grown up enough not to actually hit Blaise, unlike some people. It had taken Harry and Hermione to hold Ron back when he found out. He hadn’t been all that impressed.

Harry had found the whole thing amusing. He had come to think of Ginny not as a girlfriend, not as a little sister, but as a friend and he trusted her to know what was best for her. Besides, he’d been on the wrong end of her temper a fair few times and had no desire to repeat it.

Hermione’s reaction had been more puzzling. When she and Ron had started going out, she’d shrugged off a lot of his rages. Now she was acting more like they used too, it wouldn’t be long before they broke up. Ginny couldn’t help but feel a little pleased about that. She liked Hermione and although she loved Ron, they weren’t the best match long term. He was too…raw and she was too not-an-idiot for him.

But back to the talky-talk going on down the hallway. It looked quite awkward down there. It was a good job she was standing back here, eh?

Blaise shifted uncomfortably. What was the best way to tell your girlfriends parents that your intentions with their only daughter were less an honourable? Would it be best to come out and say that you wanted to try and snog all those freckles off her face before having his deliciously wicked way with her?

Hmmm. That probably wouldn’t go down so well. Best keep that to himself for the time being.

“Mr. Weasley, I care for Ginny.” He said as sincerely as he could. Did they put every bloke their daughter started seeing through this? No wonder none of them lasted very long.

One of her brothers snorted. Under usual circumstances he would have flipped him the bird, but he was trying to make a good impression so he just glared meanly and mentally cursed them.

“Ginny’s a very easy person to care for.” Mr. Weasley replied slowly, all the time plotting his next move. “Just make sure you don’t care for her too much, do you understand me boy?”

Ginny started in her hiding place, knocking the armour so it clanged dully. Was her Father implying what she thought he was implying?

Blaise heard the noise, although the Weasley’s were to intent on staring him down to notice it. He looked over and saw an unmistakable flash of red hair that had his eyes narrowing and his brain going into overdrive. This was starting to smell rather strongly of a set up.

“I’m not ready for that kind of commitment, sir.” Blaise said. Mr. Weasley nodded in approval, but Blaise wasn’t finished. “And I don’t care what Ginny says, best wait till I’m ready, eh?”

Molly Weasley was making these odd choking sounds. Charlie had lunged forward and was now being held back by Bill and Arthur Weasley was staring at him with his eyes all boggley. On second thoughts maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to get even with his girlfriend just now.

“She’s fifteen.” Arthur stammered.

“She is.” Blaise nodded in agreement. No, this wasn’t his finest idea.

“Well I never… In all my life… How dare…” Molly started stuttering, glaring at Blaise. To think she’d actually almost liked (well, tolerated) him when he was at Grimmuld Place.

To Blaise’s eternal surprise, it was Ginny’s oldest brother that stepped in for him.

“Mum, they haven’t even been on their first date yet. Don’t you think that you’re being a little premature? And maybe you should trust Gin a bit. She’s not an idiot.” Bill reasoned, still with one restraining hand on Charlie.

“ Ginny, I trust…” Molly said with a glare so fierce in Blaise’s direction that he actually took a step backwards.

“I won’t hurt her.” Blaise declared quietly.

“See that you don’t.” Arthur said, seeing that this was going nowhere. Truth be told, he didn’t mind his only daughter seeing Blaise. If she absolutely had to date then better it be someone like him who helped defeat Voldemort than someone who had no backbone at all.

As Ginny’s parents left, Blaise sighed in relief. Now he only had the two brothers to deal with and Bill seemed to be onside. Charlie was still a bit jumpy though. He’d have to watch for that

“Do you want to come out now, Ginerva?” Bill said loudly. Charlie looked at him in confusion until Ginny stepped out from her hiding place.

“Heya Bill, Charlie. How’s things?” She said conversationally as she sauntered up. She turned to Blaise and poked him squarely in the chest. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“Oh? And setting me up to be interrogated by half your bleeding family was so cute and cuddly?”

She shrugged with an evil grin that had her brothers feeling a bit sorry for Blaise. Not much though, he was still a Slytherin.

“She set this up?” Charlie asked, feeling a grudging respect for his little sister. She’d played them all and they hadn’t even realised. “Guess there’s more of Fred and George in you than we realised.”

Bill snorted. “Being manipulative and sneaky? That’s not just a Fred and George thing, that’s a Weasley thing. Do I have to remind you of the trouble we got up to at Hogwarts?”

“Or the way you and Tonk’s have been hiding your relationship with everyone the last six months?” Ginny chimed in, smirking.

“You and Tonks?” Bill said with a huge grin. Charlie was glaring at his sister, already plotting his revenge.

“Are at it like rabbits in heat.” Ginny confirmed as it seemed Charlie wasn’t going to.

“And to think, you tried to blackmail me over that thing with Percy and the flobberworms. Mum would kill you way more for your secret girlfriend than she would have done with me.” Bill said, barely stopping short of rubbing his hands together in glee. He’d known his brother was hiding something, but hadn’t been able to figure out what. He was too damn sneaky. Now he knew.

Charlie glared at a still grinning Ginny. “Just so we’re clear, I will get you back for this.”

She tossed her hair, unconcerned. “Whatever.”

Blaise was staring at them in shock. Who would have thought the Weasley’s to be so devious. He liked it. But there was still the principle of his girlfriend setting him up like a lamb to a pack of bloodthirsty wolves.

“You tried to set me up with them?” He snarled, waving a hand in the Weasley brothers’ direction. “They’re worse than the gorilla brother.”

“You lived didn’t you?” She retorted, not bothering to dispute the comment about Ron. He was fairly gorilla like.

“He still might not.” Charlie growled.

Bill rolled his eyes. Sometimes it was hard work being the level headed one in the family. “Let’s just get this over with. You hurt her in any way and we will hunt you down and turn you into Zabini-bits for one of his dragons.” Bill said, jerking his thumb at his brother. “Got it?”

“Bill!” Ginny gasped. She hadn’t expected him to actually threaten Blaise.

“No, that’s fair.” Blaise said with a grin. Maybe all Weasley’s weren’t so bad after all. “You’ve got yourself a deal. I hurt her, you hurt me. That’s fine by me.”

All three remaining Weasley’s looked at him in surprise.

“What? In Slytherin you live by that philosophy. Hurt me or mine and I’ll rip out your still beating heart, or feed you your own feet, or wear your ribcage as a hat. It’s a good way to live; you know where you stand.”

They were still looking at him strangely.

“Well, except for the hat thing.” He said with a nod, seemingly not noticing the staring. Or not caring.

More weird looks.

“I don’t wear hats.”

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