Blaise, Part 2

                                        

                                              

Blaise 2
Blaise watched the Gryffindor shake as he spat at him, "The hell you can't! Take this bloody thing off!"
"Would you come in?" Blaise offered.
"Why? So, you can trap me here, again?" Weasley growled.
"No. We didn't trap you here. I just thought that you probably don't want to have this conversation in the hallway," Blaise said, calmly.
The redhead looked from side to side and considered it. "Okay, but don't think about doing anything, alright?"
As Ron walked through the door, Theo growled under his breath, "Stop accusing us of doing anything untoward. We didn't force you into anything, Weasley!"
He glared and slammed the door behind him. "I don't know that."
"I swear... it was all done with your consent, Ron. You were happy," Blaise said, holding out his hands.
"I find that hard to believe," he growled. "Alright, take it off."
"Ron, I already told you that I can't...."
Weasley just came at him, and Theo had to scramble to get his wand out. Blaise didn't even try as Weasley grabbed the front of his robes and pushed him backward until Blaise smashed into the wall. "Don't call me, Ron! Tell me that you won't! You had your fun and games!"
"Let him go, Weasley!" Theo ordered, raising his wand.
"Hey! You both calm down. Ron's just scared. Theo, lower your wand, okay?" Blaise said, and Theo did, but didn't like it. "Breathe, Ron... calm down and let go, okay?"
"Not till you take it off!"
"Ron, let go of me, now!" Blaise ordered, firmly, slipping into his role easily.
The Gryffindor shuddered and slowly opened his hands. He went red, embarrassed that he had responded so promptly to the command. Confused, Ron lowered his head and whispered, "Please... take it off. Don't force me to wear it."
Blaise grimaced and wanted to embrace his third, but he wasn't ready. "I didn't force you to wear it, Ron."
Weasley was scarlet red. "Look... maybe I did like... whatever we did."
"Sex? Lots and lots of sex... in many ways," Theo said, and Weasley blanched.
"Theo, come on," Blaise chastised, and Theo rolled his eyes. Patience wasn't one of his virtues.
"I know... I'm different. I think I did like it, but how could you? I was under the bloody potion! Why would you embarrass me like this?" Ron cried. "Why would I let you... claim me... like a fucking dog! How could I ever want to be with people... like you, if you'd do this to me! Let everyone know what I am to you!"
Blaise's eyes welled with tears, too. "Oh, Ron, I didn't... we don't want that either. We don't want our business flouted in public any more than you do. I'm sorry that this has happened and...."
"Yeah... you're sorry! Bullshit!" Ron roared, getting in closer. His hand was on his chest, again, pressing him into the wall. "If you cared, you wouldn't have put it on and then refused to remove it! Just give me the bloody password!"
Blaise sighed, resigned. "That's just it, Weasley. We don't know the password."
Weasley shoved him harder into the wall. "Lies! You took the Remembrall Potion!"
"We did and we know what happened, even if you do not," Blaise said, gritting threw the pain as the pressure was getting harder.
"Give me the damn password!" Ron spat, and Theo nearly hexed him but stayed his hand.
Blaise put his hands up. "We can't give it to you... I swear... because... we didn't put the collar on you, Ron."
Weasley froze. "Then... how...."
"Ron... you put it on yourself... and locked it," Blaise said, quietly. "Only you know the password."
"N-No... I wouldn't do that! You're-You're lying!" he stammered.
"We aren't, Ron. You said that you'd be too scared to take the memory potion, so you had to make yourself drink it... or be stuck in denial with a collar on for the rest of your life. I'm sorry, Ron. That's why I can't tell you the password... it's locked in your memories."
Ron stared at him, a million emotions running through him, when at last, his shoulder slumped in defeat. He accepted it. He slowly turned and walked out the door without another word.