Title: Challenge

Author: VelveteenMemories

1) Ron or Harry being naked
2) A proposal (from anyone to anyone)
3) Apple juice has to be mentioned
4) Someone has to choke on home-made cake/pie
5) Blaise's mum has to make an appearance

Blaise stared blankly at the familiar face smiling back at him. His mother was here for a visit. Her curls were tightly pulled into a knot at the back of her head, and her dark brown eyes shone happily at the sight of him. She still the same round, friendly woman whose house he had visited this past summer, including her ever-present apron (though the amount of stains on it had considerably lessened).

"Hello, mother," he mumbled in an unenthusiastic voice. She grabbed him, pulled him down to her height, and proceeded to kiss his face and leave bright, red lip-prints.

"Please, mother, don't overdo it. I have a girlfriend now, I don't need her thinking that I'm cheating on her." His mother pinched his cheek fondly, and threw her bag into his stomach, shouldering past him into the apartment.

"Hey Zabini, did you use all of the shampoo agai- oh... Erm, hello ma'am." Blaise turned his head to the side to see a blushing Harry trying to hide himself behind his hands. The idiot had decided to search for him in the middle of his shower- without a towel.

Blaise grinned maliciously, "Harry, this is my mother, mother, this is my roommate Harry Potter." Harry squeaked a hello, and disappeared behind the bathroom door.

"Seems nice enough," his mother said to him in a laughing voice. Blaise could do no more than chuckle and take her bag to his room.

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Blaise pouted into his glass of wine. Hermione and his mother were getting along well. Almost too well. They were laughing and giggling. It almost seemed as if his mother had once been a... a girl of all things. Yes, this would have to stop.

Just as Blaise stood up and opened his mouth to demand an end to the madness, the phone rang. He cursed to himself, and lazily put it to his ear, absentmindedly wondering why his whole family had decided to use phones as a means of communication.

"Hello, brother dearest," a deep voice echoed through the reciever. His brother, Michelangelo (his mother really wasn't very creative), from back home in Italy was on the line.

"What is it, Mikey?"

"Just wanted to let you and mother know that I've finally proposed to Helen."

"That's wonderful, Mikey, hang on- of course the apple juice is in the fridge, mother, where else would it be?!- you were saying?"

"Well, that was it actually. Just tell mother hello. I must go, Helen is waiting."

Blaise said his farewells, and set off to the kitchen (where everyone had recently relocated themselves too). His mother was happily sipping on her newly-made glass of apple juice, while everyone else (Hermione, Harry, and Ron) were tearing away at his mother's homemade cake as if they hadn't been fed in years. Which, when he thought how skinny they looked, was probably true.

He sat himself down gracefully, and helped himself to what remained of Hermione's cake. She shot him an indignant look, which was shortlived when he sent her a knee-melting smile. As his mother had started eating her own cake, Blaise decided it would be the right moment to tell the good news.

"Helen and Michelangelo are to be married soon," this was delivered as calmly as one commenting on the weather, and was satisfied at the grotesque sound his mother issued forth. She was coughing from accidentally swallowing her cake at the wrong time, just as planned. However, when she didn't seem to get over it, his expression became tinged with worry. By the time she was blue, he was panicking and running around his mother, desperatly patting her back.

Within seconds Blaise was on the verge of tears, but suddenly his mother straightened without breaking a beat, "I see I easily fool you, eh Blaise?" Blaise blinked the last tears out of his eyes, and vaguely registered the laughter echoing throughout the whole apartment.

Growling angrily, he stormed into his room and threw himself on his bed. Seconds later, Hermione joined him and softly kissed him where his neck joined his shoulders. Damn her, he thought, for knowing exactly how to get to me. Soon all was forgotten, and Blaise enjoyed being held in Hermione's arm, trying to ignore the laughter still reverbarating throughout the house.

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